Stephen and Open
The Masters of the Mystic Arts had used light and fiery sparks to fuel their spells for hundreds of years, so it wasn't too far off from fireworks. Not exactly known for his party personality, Stephen had offered to cast a few spells to mimic fireworks off the top of the tower. It wasn't going to be taxing, and meant he could stand off to one side in non-descript casual streetwear. Wong had said he would stop by, but he hadn't caught sight of his bookish friend quiet yet, which meant either something came up, or he was just running late.
He was standing by a window with a plate of food and a lemonade hovering within reach. Since this was a private party, using powers wasn't going to be gawked at too much.