"Hale?" Dante asked, already leaning over the floating cauldron. He was quite unconcerned with all of Fonsus' jabbering. The second he mentioned the glitter The Dante went to work. He paused to shove a tough piece of dried plant into Addie's mouth, "Chew," he commanded simply. "Hale is Seventh Year, he probably [i]does[/i] have his wand." He said no more on the subject as he produced a wand of his own and held it under the floating cauldron. A flame emitted from the tip, and the cauldron started to bubble as he stirred it with his other hand.
"Antidote's brewing. You only seek my company for potion help," he added, matter of factly. He didn't actually seem offended by it, but was making a statement instead. "I take it his affections are unrequited?"

Meanwhile, Richard was sitting in the kitchen, giving everyone who would listen a glowing testimonial for Adelfonsus Unwen's virtues. "And he's so [i]tall[/i]! I don't know anyone else so clever." The others were nodding indulgently, smiling covertly to each other when Rich wasn't looking.