"I got us a hotel room," he said smiling at her as they twirled about. "We don't have to stay till the end. We've officially put in our hellos."

He'd get yelled at, her was sure, for not dancing once with his grandmother, or for just disappearing in general. But he was eighteen now. BY wizarding standards, he was an adult, and thus...free to do whatever he wanted. So to speak.

"I have your gift. Do you want it?"