There was no time like the present, and people were starting to empty out a little, groups being escorted back to the castle and, well Harold knew eventually he wouldn't be able to get Wayne to drink if he didn't go now. He made his way over to the drinks table, untangling himself from Sally with a promise to return with a drink for her.
He poured out a goblet of punch and, after looking around a couple of times to try and make sure he wasn't watched, he pulled the small glowing potion out of his jacket pocket. It was soft pink in colour and smelt like, well at least to Harold, the grass after fresh rain and chocolate. He knew Wayne would smell something else though. He poured it into the goblet and swirled the mixture a few times before turning around to locate Wayne. "Hey!" He called, spotting Wayne who, it seemed, had spotted him too, "Happy Birthday Wayne! Have a birthday drink on me!"