So Cassius Warrington might not have been Adrian's favorite person, but he wasn't the least - that position was reserved solely for their former Quidditch captain - and therefore, he was a welcome distraction. Though not the best idea, locking his Firebolt in the storage facility with the school brooms was convenient. Especially since he'd been on the pitch less than twelve hours ago and had personally placed security wards to ensure no one was tempted. He wasn't the only person at the castle with the newest broom, but Adrian wasn't the most trusting. When Cassius appeared at the opposite end of the pitch, Adrian was circling the goalposts in figure eights, moving faster and faster, staying low to the ground in case - in case not having the charms on was a bad idea. So far, there was no dizziness. No world tilting sideways. It put a smile on his face that was hard to dim, even at the arrival of someone else.
Adrian stepped off the broom, waiting for it to rise into his hand before he walked closer. The smile became a smirk and a rakish toss of his head. "Yes. Big shocker, isn't it?" Like there would be anywhere else to find him, other than the Quidditch pitch. The last year excluded, of course. He squinted a little. "You've not been here the whole while. Were you sent, or did you fancy the heroics of volunteering?" There was no malice in the words. He'd seen the man's journal entry, in any case, which meant he knew the Ministry had some say.