Gareth released her hands when she started struggling, not wanting to leave grip marks on her wrist. Lenore was very fair and bruised like a peach, so no marks meant no need for her colleagues to start guessing where they came from. Though they were all adults, gossip never did let age get in the way, nor would it have done her any good at her workplace.

He rolled over next to her onto the grass, not caring much since he already had bits of it in his hair. Grass stains couldn't be that hard to get out. Or so he thought. It had been a long long while since he had let himself go like that, to fool around and play like he would have as a child, not caring about the people staring or where they were, or whether it was appropriate for the occasion and what not. Best of all it took his mind off the dark gloom that had settled over him ever since Juliet had left. For this short period of time, he just forgot.

"Only because you're bigger. And you know, had I both my eyes, I'm sure that would have helped."

"Right," he said, putting his arm around her, "I'm sure you'd completely kick my arse if you had both your eyes and grew about a size bigger."

"Ey. Looks like the show's nearly done. Fancy coming back to mine for a nightcap?"

"Sure, as long as I won't be interrupting anything." Gareth's last impression of Lenore's home, besides her beautiful garden which he borrowed for his launch, was that it was occupied by one very famous ex-Boy Who Lived. And he wasn't quite sure if he was still The Boy Who Lived There. It might get awkward.

"Err. Sooner, maybe. Rather than later."

"Right." Sitting up, Gareth took out his own wand and the blanket pulled itself right out from under Lenore and proceeded to fold itself neatly over his arm. "All done, after you my lady."