Dylan laughed. "You are completely ruining my image of my best friend. I thought for sure he was saving himself for the wedding night," he laughed, completely unable to keep a straight face. "Now wouldn't that be a sight."
"Just remind him of those silencing spells, yeah?" he said with a smirk.
He chuckled. "Not afraid, angry, there is a difference, but yeah, no longer." He shrugged, not feeling up to explaining how he'd blamed magic for losing his mother and sister and how hard he'd wished not to be a wizard so that his mother would love him again. It was a party after all, no need to be depressing for things that happened nine years ago.