Being a long time friend of the Plunketts, Josiah had been more than happy to lend a hand when he had heard they were hosting another Harvest festival. He was still living in the encampment as a person displaced by the Mists so it had given him something to do. He had never been the sort to enjoy sitting with idle hands.

Of course, as a muggle being in such close proximity to the barrier came with an uneasy, almost nauseous feeling but he had grown used to that thanks to the combination of visiting the Plunketts in the past and now living in the encampment for so long. It wasn't a feeling that just went away though but it was tolerable. Especially with so many fun things to take ones mind off of the unsettling feelings.

It was evening now and the dance had begun. With a friend giving him a sort of pep talk, Josiah swallowed his more introverted and shy feelings enough to approach a woman for a dance. "Excuse me, miss. I wondered if you might join me on the dance floor?" He asked, his hat in hand as he waited for an answer.

Hurling! 18+, WC/MCAB