Re: Myron & Lilu
Myron looked up from where he'd been flicking through his notebook, surprised by the arrival of the young redhead. Was she one of the Weasleys? No, the only Weasley girl here, confusingly, was the dark haired one. A Potter? Christ, who really cared? He looked across at her for a moment, instinctively shutting the cover of the notebook.
"Is that what they're doing?" He finally asked, his accent curving the words as he glanced across at the gathering. No wonder it looked like a wardrobe had thrown up over there. Myron frowned, reaching across to find the still-cool surface of his glass.
"Uh, I think I'm fine, thanks." He reckoned he could get away with his usual stuff for Friday. How out of fashion could jeans, shirt and jacket really be? Myron turned his attention back to the girl, giving a small, slightly awkward shrug before finally lifting his drink. "I mean, up to you. I'm just scribbling."