He hadn't really planned on what to do with himself after managing to smuggle in the Ashwinder egg. Going back to his chores seemed...counterproductive, in a way. Besides, he hadn't exactly planned a meeting, in his journal that clued Terrence in on the time to expect the blast. So Anthony loitered in the entryway of the castle, pretending to be busy and failing completely. He couldn't mop, or whatever the hell it looked like he was doing, when every particle in his body expected an explosion to occur.
One hour. Amazing.
Relief flooded through him when Terrence grabbed hold of him. Anthony should have been on edge, expecting to be caught at any moment...but he wasn't. It was going to happen, inevitably. He breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't doubted that Terrence would show, but his talk with Ginny made him realize that he had to have a back-up plan. Thankfully, it never came to fruition.
Glancing down at one of his hands, Anthony smirked as he saw that he was, indeed, invisible. Thank Merlin's pants.
"The real question is, are you willing to miss the show?"