Adrian was more then content to just go back to sleep and forget about that bloody cell phone, but it wasn't at all long before it was ringing again. He was going to bloody beat Clint with the stupid thing. Adrian had the patience of a saint most days, but this was even testing his limits. Staring up at the ceiling, he waited for Emma to answer the call. It took him a moment to realize what she'd said, but when he did he frowned. Ladies? Well that was odd. Clint was out of the "lady" business, as far as he knew. If he wasn't Lexi was going to murder him. He wasn't going to assume that Lexi was one of the women on the phone either, he was pretty sure the world would come to an end if their little Ravenclaw even thought about giggling like that.
When Emma disconnected the call, Adrian hoped that would be the end of the calls. Clearly that was not the case as barely a moment passed before the irritating thing was going off again. He was half tempted to just blast the stupid thing with a hex, but figured Emma probably wouldn't appreciate it very much. Blinking at the sudden light in the room, Adrian groaned as the phone continued to ring. "Fucking hell," he muttered, the blatant curse a clear indicator that he was irritated.
Dropping an arm over his eyes, he was thinking of all the things he was going to do to Clint when he saw him next when something occurred to his sleep muddled mind. Two Girls. He knew exactly what happened to Clint' phone and who had taken it. "Give me the phone," he muttered, holding his hand out. When Emma placed it in his hand, he hit the button she usually did when answering a call and placed it to his ear. He didn't even have to say anything before the girls started up.
"May I speak to Seymour Butts?" Adrian rolled his eyes. For being sixteen, they really weren't very mature. He knew the voice immediately on the other end as Lyssy and he didn't need to hear anything but the giggling in the background to know that Tori was there as well. When Adrian responded, he was in big brother mode. His tone had adopted that authoritative texture that he had developed for work and while the girls were not overly familiar with it being used on them, they both knew enough to know that he was not playing games any more. "That depends on whether or not you and Victoria have a good reason for continuously waking me up, Lysandra." The use of their full names only punctuated his irritation.