Justin's parents would kill him for sneaking Anthony in, but there was a nearly one hundred percent chance they'd never know. Justin warmly curled his arm with Anthony's - the boy nearly looked him in the eye and that pleased him; being as tall as he was felt unbecoming of his disposition - and with another smile, they apparated.
Justin apparated them to his sitting room because yes, he had one of those. Actually, given the small size of his immediate family, he had an entire wing of the manor to himself, though he really only used the sitting room and his own bedroom with any regularity. It was furnished much like most people's living rooms, a cozy sectional couch in a rich blue with a matching recliner, large-screen television, stereo system and Justin's pride and joy - a wall of built in bookshelves, stuffed nearly to overflowing. An open door led to Justin's bedroom - a peek showed a large canopied bed done in cream and sage green - and a closed one to the corridor, quite empty at that hour.
"I am not entirely certain what has possessed me, bringing you in here like this," he said, looking shy all of a sudden in the flickering lamplight, shadows dancing over his face. "We do not know each other very well, but...perhaps we can change that, yes?" He did not let go of Anthony's arm.