Simon tapped his foot idly on the floor of the room, mostly keeping his thoughts to himself as he observed the assorted visitors to the house. His thought processes were skimming madly through the possibilities as to what exactly could be going on in this house, but the best he could come up with was that either the place was haunted, or it was some kind of elaborate trap set by a rival magician. Although why one of his enemies would have brought quite so many people observe their glorious victory over him.
One thing that was fairly certain to Simon was that if this was deliberate, it was all about him.
"Simon Alexander." He offered lazily, "And the gathering point idea makes sense to me."