Justin stood near the inner crowd of people as they shuffled around to sit. Preferring to stand, he kept his weight on one leg, one hand resting comfortably in the pocket of his trousers and the other holding a plastic cup of punch.
He had come to support Megan; this was obviously an exciting day for her, and to keep an eye on everything. After what the bookstore owner had said to him about the night of the ball, he had been a bit weary. All though he had no sort of power, he would be there supportively in case anything were to go wrong. Ernie and his men were there of course, so Justin relaxed a bit and listened to the woman speak.