Freddie/Garrett
Once their pranks had been properly executed (thanks in large part to Aunt Beatrice, who always knew how to improve upon them), all there was to do was sit back and wait for the fireworks. The figurative fireworks, the real fireworks were happening later. Anyway, Freddie might be fast approaching his last twenties, but so sue him if he still got a kick out of pulling off a castle-wide prank with his twin sister and then sitting back to laugh about it with her for the next two hours.
And those next two hours certainly weren't a disappointment.
Despite the twin's practically infamous reputations for being troublemakers and practical jokers, a surprising number of people didn't even hesitate before going straight for the punch. Sitting with Ellie out on the lawn in prime view of most people going in and out of the castle, it was enough of a kick just to watch a good number of people in Camelot walking around completely unaware that their teeth were stained with ink every time they smiled at someone. The look of horror on those at the receiving end of those inky smiles was enough to get Freddie laughing so hard next to Ellie that he was afraid he was going to end up spraining something, and that was before the glitter breath really set in.
All in all a wildly successful Solstice prank, but after awhile, Freddie was too restless to wait any longer. He had to go find Garrett.
He wasn't sure what the rules were, if it was somehow frowned upon for a member of the Morgan-Evans family to leave right in the middle of a huge party like this, but Freddie didn't care. He figured if his presence was actually needed there at all times, someone would have said something. He wasn't as important as Daniel. Hell, he wasn't even as important as Ellie, most likely. His twin was the one who had magic, not him.
Nobody was going to miss him if he ducked out for a few minutes. Or a few hours, if he had his way.
Freddie escaped from the celebrations intact, thought not before Ellie had forced some face painting on him, which he'd thought he completely rubbed off but he was too impatient to check for the remnants of his sister's work. His eyelids were still streaked with blue and there was a faint reddish pink to his cheeks that made it look like he was wearing makeup. The smudge of pink closer to his mouth didn't make that illusion any less real. He was also wearing a modest flower crown around his head, but that he'd picked out for himself. Coupled with the slacks and the button down shirt he was wearing it made for a very contradictory picture. Freddie was, as ever, a complicated individual.
It didn't take him long to reach the stables where he knew he'd find Garrett, hoisting himself up onto the first rung of the nearest gate and hung over it with the sort of lazy smile that came with somebody who'd been in the sun for hours. He hadn't even really had anything to drink but he felt drunk just from the exposure. "You know no one's supposed to be working today, right?" Knowing full well that meant nothing to Garrett. Where there were horses, there was always work to be done.