Adrian had just finished taking a pull from the bottle of rum that he had brought, minus the fruity mixer when he caught sight of another figure making their way down the stretch of beach. Long dress, long hair... had to be Helena Ravenclaw. Where was Flint when he needed to memoralize this moment. Daughter of a Hogwarts Founder. Drinks. Beach. It was epic.
Well and truly epic once she came into view. Far too much clothing but she was fit. Most definitely.
Adrian stood up and dusted some of the sand from his shorts and extended a hand in greeting. "Helena? Adrian." He was fairly certain that handshaking wasn't necessarily how women from her time greeted others, but it was the here and now. And while he might know what they didn't do, he hadn't the foggiest what they did do. Probably bowing or hand kissing or some rot. "Come on, have a seat. I brought options."