Oliver & Adrian
This was too priceless really. How could he miss out on the chance to see any number of new sets of legs that formerly belonged to blokes half of which probably would attest to never ever wanting to be a woman. Not that Adrian did, hell no. Their parts and their hormones were far too complicated. He preferred just admiring those parts.
It was well after curfew but Adrian had every intention of just passing out on Padma's bed or flooing home if need be. Somehow he didn't think Padma would mind too much, he wouldn't even steal back his falcons sweats. He'd had his share of drinks, it was nice to just kick back for a while. Not worry about the particular problems of the world because fuck if that didn't suck and he had been doing far too much of that.
Beer in hand, Adrian wandered across the room and spotted a leggy brunette. Oh well hello there. She was a bit pasty for his tastes but there were legs and damn if he didn't always appreciate a good set of gams. She was wearing flats though. Had to be a dude. Adrian's lips curved into a grin. "I give you an A for effort." He angled his head down. "Even shaved the legs. I'm really impressed. Got a good set too."