And I do, we stay in the Great Hall until it starts to fill up for lunch again. We take some bread with us and down a glass of Pumpkin Juice before we walk out. I direct us to a quiet patch of grass, next to the Black Lake. He let go of my hand when we walked out and now I miss the contact, so I sit close to him. He leans against me while he pops pieces of bread into his mouth. 