Re: Garden
In an attempt not to outshine Tabitha at her own party - which would be difficult, because Magnus was dazzling, but also quite rude, because one ought to never outshine one's host - Magnus politely disengaged from the conversation he'd been taking part in and slipped out into the garden.
The night air was soft and refreshing against his skin, and he sighed happily, shaking out his stylishly mussed hair. Walking deeper into the garden - he'd seen it before, when Tabitha's grandmother was young, and could just barely remember his way around - he suddenly spotted a shadowed form off to one side, and smelled the distinct scent of rot-gut rum.
He grinned. Three guesses who this was, and the first two didn't count.
"I hope you intend to share," he said regally as he swept towards the young man. "Seeing as this is a social occasion."