Nicholas had been tempted to follow Fig and Fauna, and Moira. He was curious what the hell was going on there. But it was way to cold to go out on the balcony just to be nosy. Besides, the bar was inside too.  And their were hopefully enlightening questions to be answered. His own plans to smash hips with Nemo were thwarted by more arrivals and Virgil grabbing Anton.  And what was it with Raine and hexing balls.  If being an auror didn't work out, he knew the perfect place for her to get a job.

He'd just have to have a shield on his balls before he told her about it.

"SOPHIE!  You came!  Did I even invite you?  I mean of course I would have, but I don't think I knew to."  Nicholas shouted from mostly across the room as he poured himself another drink.

"Virgil the virgin has a nice ring to it," he said with a grin, "stupid though."

"Where's Nemo? It's our turn."  How had he lost his partner before they'd even played.

Amoungst the commotion of the party - the shouting, the drinking, the truth telling, - the front door to the flat opened one more time and a mouse of a girl slipped in. Five foot three, shocking blonde hair, horn rimmed glasses and a smart looking ensemble of long sweater over leggings and knee high boots. Overall an unimpressive presence save for the towering mass of muscle using the poor girl to keep steady.

A familiar face to those that attended Hogwarts, though only known by name to the former Ravenclaws, the miniscule blonde steered her 'package' into the nearest chair.

She straightened herself, running her hands over her sweater and hair before marching over to Nicholas, "my brothers" she made a look like she had something disgusting in her mouth, "decided to see who could drink the other under the table first. Given that Tawse is a functioning alcoholic, Peyton lost and somehow I ended up playing babysitter." She glanced back over to where she had deposited her brother, shocked to see he somehow already had a drink in his hand, "I tried to bring him home but neither Berkeley nor Briar were there and he shouldn't really be left alone. I could've stayed with him but quite frankly I just didn't want to. He's your problem now."

From his spot on one of the comfiest armchairs in the flat Peyton Wentworth, in slacks and a tank top that accentuated the muscle mass he had gained since playing professionally, grinned goofily at his little sister, "Love you, Lena!"

Helena Wentworth flipped him off and walked away happy to be rid of her eldest brother and free to enjoy her night.

Peyton got to his feet, unsteady for a moment, before making his way over to his boyfriend. Her wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a kiss, "sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?" He glanced around the room realizing he recognized nearly everyone present except the other blonde Virgil was attached to.