"Yup - coming," he flashed Hermione a weak smile and scrambled to follow his soon-to-be-ex-wife into the garden. A chorus of "Hello Harry!" greeted him - as Hermione had said, Hugo and Rose were indeed flinging gnomes about the garden with glee, gaining height by standing atop a tree stump (Harry noticed with amusement, that a beady eye was peering out at them from inside a satchel leant against the stumps base - he’d let Hermione know before they "accidentally’ took the little beastie home) while their cousins, aunts, and uncles, whooped and cheered them on from by the broom shed, groaning collectively if their throws fell short of the high hedge and left a dazed gnome to stumble back into the fray. Percy looked mildly disapproving, while Fleur in particular seemed to be cheering them on with an excessive amount of vitriol. He knew just enough French to be relieved that his children didn’t know any.