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Garett strolled into the dining room, amazed by the assemblage there. He smirked; there were a few missing, but what the hell? He noticed that Lucius was back, and he nodded his head in the man's direction, sitting next to Liz.

"Oh, no you don't!" Garett snarled, turning into his animagus form, a bright green lizard. Jumping on the Weasley, he attempted to bite.

Garett kissed her back, laughing and embracing her. "Probably. But I don't really care at the moment." He was frozen in the middle of the kiss, not noticing the door opening as two people barged in.

"No," he laughed quietly, "Although dandelions can be rather frightening. No, what I'm really scared of is you getting hurt."

"You don't need to thank me," Garett said, leaning in for another kiss. "We're all scared sometimes. Even me."

"Hey, hun, you're going to be okay," Garett said quietly, putting his finger under her chin lightly, kissing her softly on the lips. He embraced her, never wanting to let go.

Garett slid under Liz's door in his lizard animagus form, looking at her with a somber expression. "What's wrong?" he exclaimed, concerned, observing her upset face. He had had to make his way through the reckage in the hallway, and was worried that she had left too. His fears not coming...

"I so did not need to hear that," Garett grumbled, temporarily forgetting what Liz was.

Garett led Liz to the dining room, smiling at her broadly the whole way. He wanted to kiss her radiant face but was deterred by the gazes of the other death eaters. They both sat down at the table, next to each other. "Kind of quiet, don't you think?" Garett pointed out to all of them.

Garett knocked on Liz's door, having opened it with Alohomora. "Breakfast," he called weakly, knowing that she was probably in a foul mood as he waited for her.

Garett walked into his room, shut the door, and fell into slumber, quite exhausted.

"I will," Garett said. "We all are." He smirked. "Am I on guard duty, or can I retreat to a room?"

Garett pushed Liz gently in front of him, following Sammael and wondering where they were going to go, taking in the elaborate surroundings about him so that he could backtrack if he had to.

Garett wandered into Sammael's sitting room with Liz, after having gone to his own house just moments ago with her. "Garett is here with Elizabeth," he pointed out. "Where does she go?"

"We better get going," Garett said, "Before they really start wondering what we're up to. No one knows about us, Liz, and I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible." He led her by the hand out the door, and with an apologetic gaze, he disapparated the both of them. ((We're going to...

"Don't be disheartened," Garett said, lifting up her chin with his finger to kiss her, "We're both in the same boat."

"It's different with you," Garett replied quietly, taken aback by her response. He didn't exactly feel like explaining himself, either. Although he loved her, he was a death eater, and for some reason no one could see that.

There was a small, clean kitchen, and he showed her around most of the house, which was small and seemingly insignificant. "I wish I had Number Twelve Grimmauld Place to call my own, but the blood traitor's took over that long ago."

"Snake man?" Garett said, raising his eyebrow. "If you mean Serpentes, you're not going there. You'll be staying at Stark Manor." He moved towards the house, and continued, "Yeah, I'll give you a quick tour." He led her to the door, pulling her inside.

"I'm okay as I ever will be," Garett laughed, "I just wanted to get away for a few seconds. Everything is alright now that I'm with you." He motioned to the house. "We can't stay long, but there's my place. I'm never there, though."