Episode One Hundred and Fifteen

            She was much surprised to find that she was not alone, walking down the lawns on this crisp morning. A lone figure appeared wandering around the front path, strolling idly but fully arrayed for traveling in a heavy cloak, a wand visibly tucked into the band of his pants.

            She gave him a withering look and he only returned a smile with an upraised eyebrow.

            "You didn't think you'd get out of the castle without my knowing about it?"

            "Hope sometimes wins out over logic." She said simply.

            "So where are we going today?"

            "We as in you and me? Or we as in the royal we, as in myself?"

            "Oh, we as in you and me most definitely."

            "I see." She said abruptly. "You do understand the dire situation I'm about to throw myself fool-heartedly into?"

            "And you understand that I've as much right as you to be there when you do it?"

            She sighed. He had a really good point. "All right, but if you get killed dead don't you dare come back and haunt me."

            "I'll pinky swear on that." He said, extending his pinky for her to clasp in her own. She did, they spit over their right shoulders and locked eyes. "Let's go then, shall we?"

            Gwen smiled at Harry and nodded quickly. "Let's."