'I think I prefer what you and your Dad had.' Cedric blinked suddenly as a drop of rain splashed on his face. Sighing he tugged lightly on Arthur's reins turning him to head back home. Riding in the rain was not fun. 'We should head back. I'm not returning you to your parents with a stinking cold.'
Standing up a little in the stirrups, he urged the horse into a trot, sure that Hugo could handle going a little faster.