Anthony returned, much later than he had planned, with everything he had bought from Diagon Alley. Mostly because he thought it was hilarious, she still carried the ingredients in a little wicker basket which hung limply from the crook of his elbow. Hell yes, he looked like a poofter. And it was fucking hilarious.
Thankfully, no men had hit on him. Then again, he had gotten hit on back at the castle by just being himself, so he didn't know why it mattered. Apparently he was cock bait. What could he say? It was all of that fine mixed breeding.
As he heard Terrence's laughter filter from the other room, Anthony couldn't help but laugh himself. So just for shits and giggles, he pranced into the living room like a gay man's fantasy of little red riding hood.
"I know, I'm pretty fucking adorable like this. All the lesbians love me, let me tell you. He's our neighbor down the street, by the way."