#adrian 1

all graham had been hearing about the last few days was just how great the spellbound were. their mere return to the stage had drawn a gaggle of students closer, rabid for a closer look. graham seemed to have the opposite reaction, given when the first song started to play, his boots led him step by step further from the stage "what a fucking headache," he'd mumbled as he met the buffet. of anything that might remedy his foul mood, food was the most accessible and so a pumpkin pasty found itself in his hand, then his mouth rather quickly.

as romilda had sat tucked in one of the open arches fencing the courtyard, she could still feel the bits of sweat clinging to her skin. after raising her heartbeat a bit and moving to the music upon the dancefloor, the heat had gotten to her and a bit of scottish october air seemed the only cure. that and a bit of something special she'd had stowed away. or, well, at least that'd been the plan until she'd realized her wand was upstairs and her lighter along with it— both abandoned, either forgotten or thought unnecessary. and so it was, when she'd heard footsteps come her way, romilda had tilted back, peeked at what she could spot of their attire (as to make herself certain it wasn't a professor), and called out. "any chance you've got a light?" her lips pressed together with hope, then with need. "i might be willing to share."

James found he was very much enjoying this whole host club thing. But, by the third day he was starting to get restless. “How about we making this more interesting?” He said in a low voice to the wizard next to him as they waited for their first guests to arrive.