Sebastian readied himself, and as they got out, he saw he'd been right; there were only three or four photographers. It was easier to smile, wave and just move away when there were less.
They got inside and he tugged her right up the stairs, chuckling. "Won't they be perplexed when we never leave, and yet we're gone." There was a portkey right on the grounds, but in the back, in the secluded part.