Descent
Harry didn't bother to fight or try to free himself from the grip though.
…Such a waste of effort.
Alastor grunted but decided not to grace that with a comment as they reached Sean who stared at the two of them like they were the ones embarrassing him.
The nerve of this guy–
“So... judging by your bitchy mood, I take it did not go well with miss doom shroom?” Harry finally asked, still in Alastor’s grasp.
“Don't call her that,” was the snappy reply.
“Aw, come on, man!” Harry pouted at the telling attitude, crossing his arms petulantly, "Just because you guys couldn't get laid right now means me too as well. What is this, a pity party? I was getting to the fun part!"