Oh. He had been planning on--- never mind that. Regardless of the daring chivalrous acts Adian thought he would be doing in the maze in an effort to show Lottie how he actually wasn't a babbling buffoon, there were other ways to impress her. Louis and he had gone over this option B of how the night could go, and for once, actually, he was relatively ready to tackle it. Pocking his wand, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank Merlin," he let out, shoulders dropping easily. A sheepish smile formed on his lips, and he looked over at Lottie guiltily. "I am much better at dancing than fighting off ghosts trying to be spooky."
He smiled genuinely and then proceeded to stick his arm out for Lottie to grasp in a way that Adian had seen medieval knights do for their ladies in the paintings at Hogwarts. He hoped Lottie would appreciate the gesture, even from the sorriest of stand-in knights like himself.
Adian shook his head. "The ministry is horrible. I'd much rather hear about all the famous people you work with at the WWN." That must be exciting to brush shoulders with the wizarding world's elite. "Is Glenda Chittock really as nice as they say? And Gabriel Corner, how many quidditch connections does he really have? He mentions them a lot."
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