The corner of Lance's mouth lifted in a slightly lopsided smirk. "You know me, Flint. I'm always up for head-smashing," the Irish Hit Wizard drawled, dropping his feet from where he'd had them kicked up idly on his desk. Standing and stretching his arms above his head, Lance yawned widely.
"Where are we going? Did they mention any details in the owl?" he asked, making sure that his wand was securely holstered and reaching for his heavy jacket. "Bastardly cold out there. Hopefully we'll be working inside."