Who: Adam Savage and Helen Dawlish When: Saturday, April 21st Where: Muggle London What: Wedding Planning Rating: Low, but filled with sexual innuendo
Walking around without a cane had been an adjustment for Adam. For the first week after getting his new leg he had still leaned heavily on his cane even though he no longer needed it. For years he had limped and had long ago accepted his handicap. And then, suddenly, it was gone. Under his trousers his leg was gold, magically adhered to his body. It was, they told him, the cutting edge of magical healing. Adam's stride only had the slightest limp, one that was practically invisible to the average person.
And that damn leg had changed his life. His energy had returned. He was able to run all over the office of the Prophet. He went out on assignments, bent his fiancee over every surface of their home, and even took to exercising a bit. He was a new man.
On Saturday morning, Adam woke before Helen. Rather than waking her up in ways previously known to be enjoyable for them both, Adam slipped out of the bed and made his fiancee a big, hearty breakfast with a large pot of coffee. After she woke up and they enjoyed their time together, Adam instructed Helen to get dressed. In his garage, long covered with a tarp was an old Mini Cooper that he hadn't been able to drive for some time. But now with a new leg and a new lease on life, it was time to take the old girl out.
For awhile, Adam simply drove Helen around. They talked and laughed, enjoying their time together. Just before three in the afternoon, Adam navigated them to a storefront and packed, leading Helen inside with a smirk. Once inside, they were met with the best of the best wedding planners in London. He knew Helen had been having trouble with the last one and so Adam dipped into one of his Muggle bank accounts (or emptied it completely) and handed the planner a blank check.