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[color=FFD700]Time: [/color]Dusk
[color=FFD700]Location: [/color]The Witches Brew
[color=FFD700]Interactions: [/color]Mention of Lucius ([@Ithradine])

The young warlock replaced the lid on his green pen with a weary, yet satisfied, sigh. Glasses were removed and the bridge of his nose massages by long figures. He’d worked tirelessly this week to get all his planning and marking completed in order to give himself a weekend free of paperwork. The last set of papers were now marked and his weekend could properly begin. 

He tidied his stationery and the term of assessments into his satchel and returned his attention to the remaining sweet potato fries left on his plate. He was planning on going out for a few drinks tonight so needed to get a move on if he wanted enough time to shower and change back at the house before heading out to wherever the night took him and his cousins. For the first time in months he was looking forward to letting his hair down.

The caffeine having reached his bladder, Felix slipped from his booth and wove around the cafe, acknowledging a few familiar faces and observing the normality of his new home. That was until he glanced at a man’s journal as he passed his table and found himself at the receiving end of a older variation of a inspiciendum inanis strepitus spell so powerful he barely acknowledged that it was there. The man looked up around the room as the younger warlock quickly turned away speeding up his steps to the toilets and quickly locked himself in a cubicle.

Who was that? Felix had been sent to Ember Grove to record its history and establish a continuing record system, recruiting a local seeker and archivist - not to face off with a potentially ancient warlock… He sat on the seat and took a deep breath. [i]Right - plan of action needed[/i]. He took a deep breath and focused his magic. He first sent more energy into his suus cautio and immediately felt more confident. He then quickly crafted animum nuntius to send a small flock of ephemeral sparrows through the bathroom window. The translucent birds were engulfed by the twilight but sped off to find his cousins to whisper his message in their ears. 

With nothing else that could be done, Felix quickly went about his normal business in the toilet and bustled back to his seat via a different route, conscience not to look in the other warlock’s direction. With poised efficiency he threw the last crumbs of pastry into his mouth, locked his satchel and swiftly exited the cafe to make a beeline for home. He buttoned up his coat as he quickly text Violet: ‘On my way home. See you in a few.’ So much for a fun uneventful evening of a few drinks…