Opening his weary eyes, for he had not been getting much rest, Loki watched as Hermione busied herself dressing Gwyneira in what she’d explained was her "going home’ outfit. Photographs were to be taken, of the baby and all of them. He recalled seeing such pictures in her home the last time he stayed, as well as on the mobile device she carried with her wherever she went. With a sigh, he realized there would be no getting out of her plans; after all, he was the infant’s father. Apparently, there were certain obligations he would have to endure. Photographs included. Crossing his arms, Loki was just about to ask what time they would be leaving when the door burst open, and in walked Potter and his fiery-haired wife.