In the Gardens: during the concert
Fabian had also been on his way out to the gardens when he overheard parts of a rather curious exchange between Arlo Mulciber and Rodolphus. Still and silent in a bank of ferns, he wordlessly and wandlessly cast a concealment on himself and waited them out, not even daring to use his phone to tell his twin where he was. He closed his eyes and counted off a full minute after both sets of footsteps faded before he dropped the concealment and proceeded out to the garden, intent on his own cigarette case so he wouldn't be thought to have any attention left for people talking in the hallways.
And sure enough, there was Rodolphus, enjoying one himself. Fabian lit up and wandered over to join him. "Not a fan, I take it?"