Rose waved her hand in front of her face, gently swatting at Gar. "You must think you're terribly funny," she said, lips curled into a tiny smile. They walked on a bit more, quickly approaching the portkey that would take them to New York. "You were right not to take me bowling." She turned up her nose at the thought of having to rent shoes that had been worn by perfect strangers.
"So what sort of movies did your mother star in?" Rose was curious about Gar's history. The bits and pieces she knew were dark. She wanted to hear about Gar and not depress him in the process. It would be nice to know more about him than the most difficult things he'd been through.