Garret mimed mimicking her as she went on and on again, it was so like Cela to talk right at him as if he cared about all the technicalities of their escapades, "Righ', I guess I'll come witchoo to pick 'em up," he flexed a scrawny arm, "Only cos I'm the man, ya know wot I mean?"

He steered them through the crowd of students and other patrons towards the bar, where he shouted his order of two butterbeers over the din, "You just tell me wot I need to do and when, I'll be there."