That was oddly touching. She just nodded and allowed herself a minute of her head on his shoulder before crossing the street. It made her feel ... well, loved.
The portkey was at the end of the block, and Bela took her time so the ambling masses could pass them by. "Is there anything specific you'd like to do in Sydney?" She really had no plans. Beaches, good food, and a lot of time spent in bed either lounging or enthusiastically shagging. Sounded like vacation to her.