"Ohh, I'm sure they'll cower in fear of your throwing arm." Hartley rolled his eyes, combing his fingers through Harry's hair to fix it up a little. Then he used the towel the nurse handed him - whom he muttered an apology to - to gently wash Harry's face, not wanting to disturb him from looking at the crossword. "Sirius is coming soon. I'm guessing any minute now. And I assume he's bringing the boyfriend. Not sure who else is coming."

He had been distracted on the phone. Of course he had been. "Baked goods are guaranteed though, with Aziraphale involved."