Anthony hadn't taken Terrence's word too poorly. If the older boy had intended to erase his memory, Anthony was now in possession of a wand. No one would be fucking with him, now. Still, the two of them had made a pretty spectacular team. Just the explosion alone, which had reduced them both to fits of laughter, was a masterpiece. But now he was out, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was going to have a shit fit finding who did it. Then, eventually, attempting to find him.
Why stop when they had only just started? Despite their separate reasons, they both had an inclination to cause trouble. They both found it hilarious. It worked, so why try to fix it?
The disembodied hand extended with a piece of paper, and Anthony knew it was time to leave. They had seen the best of the show, anyway. At least, from their seats. Anthony had every intention of keeping up with his journal to see the reactions, from there. He knew it would be awesome.
So, with a shrug, he touched the labeled Portkey and felt his body jerk with the nearly foreign feel of transportation. It had been awhile, after all.
The flat they sat in was unfamiliar, but Anthony knew it was probably Terrence's. Well. That was...nice of him.
"I hope you don't want to celebrate with gay sex."