Ollie cannot remember half the names he has learned tonight, but the thrum of magic in his bones almost feels like a Song again, and he finds himself having more and more fun as time goes on. People have started to trickle out and it’s easier to be pulled into true conversation with however is left - minor chats about the uses of magic, questions about his choice to settle in this city of all places, subtle prodding into his past.

It’s strange how nice it is to be part of a crowd rather than simply among one. He didn’t realize how much he had missed it from his previous life - constant companionship. He feels like a piece of glitter, floating and twirling in the air. It’s different from Halloween, when all and sundry were out on the town and mingling. The difference is good. He doesn’t have to hide himself with these people. It’s a relief. Unlooked for of course, but Oliver quickly comes to the conclusion that he will need to attend more events like this.

A simple innocuous question points him to the owner of the establishment, and he meanders through the crowd with smiles and greetings to reach them. Drawing near, he senses the touch of their shared circle and gives a second glance. Seemingly unremarkable other than the magic of their being, and so he finishes this glass of water and makes his approach.

“This is a lovely establishment,” he offers with a bright smile. “I understand we have you to thank for hosting such an important event?” There are sure to be more events here, and if Ollie can score some easy invitations, he will.