He had to chuckle at the Bagshots' outbursts. While it was entirely characteristic of them, he found their support of their goddaughter quite endearing, and nothing short of expected. Though he'd set out to get to know Marie, he'd found delightful company in her godparents, getting to know them further than merely how-do-you-do's at society events. "They knew every step of the way," He said, not bothering to hide his amusement as they strolled towards the opening. At first it looked as if the opening was rather hidden between the trees, but upon further inspection, there was a charming little iron gate, which would only be there if one was looking for it. If the flowers that only adorned the iron gate looked familiar, it was because it was speckled with the very same flowers from Marie's bouquet.

Placing a hand on the gate, Faustus swung it open easily — in its state it should have rusted, but it made no noise as it swung open. Peeking through, Faustus checked to make sure the view would be right before motioning for Marie to join him. Upon further look, it was clearly an entry way only visible to magic-folk. Behind the garden gate was a stone path, just narrow enough but would widen to accommodate its occupant. The stone path led down a small hill where just in the distance one might see a modest-sized cottage nestled by the sea, adorned with vines and flowers. Faustus grinned, looking to Marie as he did so. "Tell me, what do you think?" He asked, anticipation bubbling up in his voice.

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