Neville followed close after Luna with Gawain. Both twins had been a little independently minded that morning. In Nimue's case she had refused her blanket, in Gawain's the small boy had refused to be settled into his carry-sling. He had also stuck by his pink blanket to the bitter end, which had been a spell of such quiet pathetic tears that Neville was too heartbroken to even attempt being firm.
He now carried Gawain in his arms and the boy was happily sucking on the edge of the pink blanket haphazardly wrapped about him while he looked wide-eyed about at the crowds they were passing. "I hope you appreciate the things your Dad does for you," Neville muttered. He was a strong man, but carrying Gawain about all day was going to be more than a tad inconvenient. He would have to find baby-friendly friends to pass him off to.
Looking up from Gawain, he realised that they had arrived at the box. He also realised just who was there. His gaze was immediately drawn to Sirius and Gaius and for a moment he wanted to run. However, he quickly recovered - he was over it, and had decided that he wasn't interested in knowing how much Sirius had known. What had happened had happened. He had the twins and was going to be marrying Luna shortly.
Mustering a warm smile he waved at all the other friendly faces he recognised, before approaching Faelan and wishing him a very happy birthday. "Hope you've been having a good day so far."