"Oh, uhm. I'm not sure." Rosie hadn't focused too much on the supposed jousting, opting instead to discuss her internship with an old school friend. Anthony may as well have jousted, he certainly had the build for it. That wasn't the point though, and Rosie knew better than to comment further on Anthony's status at the event.

She frowned then. Was it prying to ask how he was? Rosie hadn't heard much of anything about him this past year (the move to London helped create enough distance that she wouldn't stumble across a mutual friend and have cause to ask) but she knew him well enough to know he didn't look the same anymore. He looked tired now, haunted maybe. Off enough that Rosie, who was watching him carefully, was able to spot the differences.

"There's to be boggarts soon, I think. Those'll be interesting to watch." She had no intentions of facing her fears this evening but it'd be interesting to learn what others were afraid of.

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