[b]Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius[/b]

He was quick to type a reply to Criston, happy that his social nature was paying off here. 

[b][i]Sweetness. I'd like to say that we'd head off in a couple hours now. I'm certain you'll look good in whatever, so it's up to your judgement.[/i][/b]

The young Maxwell sat back again, scrolling through his contacts to reach Annie as he observed both Ken and Cyrus over the top of his phone. 

Cyrus seemed to be over whatever fit of anger and disapproval that wracked him constantly, clearly disliking the direction the night was taking. 

[i]Cyrus'll be fine after some rest. He's got two hours, he should spend them easy if I just go back to my room.

As for Ken...[/i]

Jon glanced over at the other noble, quite happy that he seemed to be over his anger at Tarisa. Nolan'd protect him anyway, and he seriously doubted that the loud-mouthed female was the one behind the incident last year. Although... Jon's grin lost all humor as Ken mentioned a certain someone, his usually playful eyes turning dark and distrustful.

[b]"Urgh."[/b] His face twisted into a rare grimace of disgust at the mention of his least favorite person in the academy. 

[i]Cedric.[/i]

For a full fifteen seconds, Jon typed a message to Annie in stony silence, before finally voicing his misgivings. 

The noble's voice had dislike clearly running under his words. [b]"Do you [i]have[/i] to invite him?"[/b]