Re: Lily | Myron
Myron had walked along with Kirley at the back of the group, keeping their voices low as they peered down side streets and made a mental map of where they were. He'd lived in London for a long time before moving to the Bubble Palace, and one good thing about the city was that it didn't change that much. It hadn't taken too long to get their bearings - hopefully they'd be allowed out properly soon, and they could go find what they needed. Myron was starting to find that alcohol alone wasn't doing much to numb the way his skin was itching.
Still, it would make do for now. He ordered a drink almost as soon as he sat down, and only then bothered to look who he had a chosen to sit beside. She was young (but then most people here were) and another redhead. He was pretty sure she was another Potter... was this the other Lily? He'd heard there were two; Lilu, who he'd met at the club, and her Grandmother, who had died at the end of the first war. He'd remembered his parents talking about it in hushed voices.
"Uh," he replied, not sure if she was talking to him. "Well, there's enough people here that you can probably sneak a taste of almost everything. Did you want a drink?" He nodded to the waiter who was still hovering at his shoulder.