As soon as the prince took his leave, Bartholomew was quick to urge the foreigners onward. The advisor had nodded with a short courtesy, before turning continue down the corridor. Harry himself was too caught up with the reappearing blush on the prince's fair complexion to even register his disappearance.<br/>It was only when Minerva, too, took her leave with a Latin formality, brushing her hand against Harry's upper arm that Harry's eyes regained focus. Thoughtlessly, he glanced at his governess, before even having put two and two together.<br/>"Your Highness," Harry muttered, already then being urged to follow Minerva.<br/>There was still a smile on Harry's lips as he turned to look over his shoulder at the disappearing prince, only turning to look at his governess when they were several yards apart.<br/>"Did I dream him?" Harry questioned in his everyday Greek. His voice was airy with either giddiness or surprise, and his smile inevitably widened as they followed the Frenchman's lead. "Did you see him, too, Minerva, or did I dream him?"