Hugh & OPEN
Hugh was weird. He knew it. He gloried in it. It amused him to be considered an enigma. Honestly, he didn't think he was that difficult to figure out, but he understood how his silence, his seemingly constant stare could put people off. He liked to watch, to observe. It was his function, and something he tried to teach his students.
His preference to observe interactions was what always brought him to these events. It was interesting to watch his fellow teachers let their hair down, so to speak, and drop their guard. The occasional conversation influenced by spirits that might come his way was the icing on the cake.
So, here he was, sitting on the edge of the gathering with his preferred glass of cognac within easy reach. The whiskey Micah bought for everyone was not refused. Not only would that be rude, but he liked to experience what others enjoyed as well. Such things gave Hugh insight into the people he found himself with. It was, however, drank with a modicum of control instead of tossed down his gullet. Drunk he may get, but he'd much rather not be the first to achieve such a state.