Freedom was an odd thing. Eric had been given a strict set of instructions and a warning that his every move was being tracked before being let out an hour ago. If he went within a certain distance of Berenice, the spell would be triggered. He would need to figure a way around it, but all in good time. Tonight, he would enjoy his first meal as a free man in his own clothing. It wouldn't be Azkaban slop or, despite his and Liam's joke, Brussels sprouts. It would be something served at Liam's fine establishment, The Abby.
Eric took a shower the first thing when he arrived home and changed into some comfortable clothing, trimmed his hair and styled it, and cut off the beard he had been sporting. A bit of aftershave later, and Eric felt and smelled himself again. He inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes and simply relaxed. The feeling of the carpet beneath his feet, the feeling of warmer air on his skin, the feeling of soft cashmere on his skin.... If Berenice hadn't decided to do what she had, this all could have been his without an end. And perhaps, just perhaps, he wouldn't be hellbent on ensuring that this was never taken from him again.
With a look at himself in the mirror, Eric decided he looked presentable enough and went to grab a jacket and slip on shoes. Then, he apparated to the pub.
Once inside, he went up to the bar. No need to waste time with a table when he would be dining alone tonight. Besides, this would afford him more opportunity to see the wife Liam had spoken of. "Evening," he greeted the cute thing that welcomed him. "Is Kara in?"