Dev and Knox
Dev welcomed the chance to go to a party with his two favorite people, especially since it was a party with people Rost seemed to favor. That was promising since he happened to think Rost had excellent taste in people - tongue in cheek. He'd worn a silly Christmas sweater that didn't quite make it into the ugly category but skated close, with grumpy looking cats in santa hats all over the damn thing. His hair was its usual unruly mess of curls and he'd just put on jeans and boots to go with the sweater. Slacks just weren't his thing.
He was trying not to be too clingy with his lovers since it was an occasion to be social and outgoing. He didn't really have a problem with that, he was extroverted by nature and this was a colorful crowd. There was so much food and the decorations were insane and definitely magical in nature. He was busy admiring one of the displays when something felt like it nudged him. His psychic gift didn't really extend beyond his sense of touch but sometimes he felt things in the air, foreboding or promising, like a breeze. This was neither but it was almost a physical sensation of something Other in the room. He knew there were witches but they usually didn't ping his radar like this so his curiosity was immediately roused and he started looking around for the source.
The source was a very large man who wasn’t actually a man, taking a slow stroll through the living room and just looking at everything. Knox didn’t go to many parties because the O’Reilly family didn’t go to many parties, and this one seemed like an especially unique experience. His own talents with glamour were limited to just his own person -- which he’d dropped for the evening, so his eyes were showing their natural pupil-less iridescent purple-green -- so Knox was fairly impressed by what Nic Castell had done to the house. He hadn’t seen the movie it was all supposedly based on, so it all looked especially mad to him, but in the good way. Staring openly at the bright Christmas tree, Knox tucked one of the cookies into his mouth from the small stack in his hand, unaware that he was being tracked down.
Dev watched the large man for a moment before approaching him. He couldn't quite figure out what it was about him that was different, what was so special. He just knew he was looking at someone who exuded something powerful enough for him to pick up on, even without touching him. This was before he saw his eyes, coming up behind him and slipping around, going a little wide-eyed himself when he finally saw his face. Those were not contact lenses, they were too unique and too real - and even if they could have been some very special effects or magic tricks from the witches, Dev instinctively knew they weren't. It was pretty rude to march up to people and ask invasive questions but sometimes it just couldn't be helped and he stared at the man in wonder, then let out a little laugh at his own bewilderment. "What are you?" he asked quietly, though loud enough to be heard over the music playing, wonder in his voice. He was itching to pull his gloves off, to touch the man's dark skin and find out for himself just what he might see but he held himself in check. Not because it was rude but because he had quite literally put himself in a situation where he'd been comatose for two hours and risking that now would just kill the party.
Knox realized he was being approached when his peripheral vision caught some movement beside him. He looked over at the man peering at him and smiled a bit. The longer the guy stared at him without saying anything the move amused Knox became, and the tone of that question brought a full laugh out of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that. He could tell just by standing near him that this man wasn’t a witch, but if he was here, he was probably something Else. It was just that kind of party. There was an edge of wickedness to his grin as he stuck his hand out to shake. “That’s a good question, man,” he said amiably. “How much time you got?” He was teasing, though if this guy had no idea what a familiar was, it might take some explaining. “Name’s Knox. I’m a familiar, if that means anything to you.”