"He'd poof, he's too quick for his own good." Eva chortled. She'd aimed to nudge him with her foot several times a day, but he always managed to avoid it. Little cretin. "He's not so bad, I've lived with him for almost two decades." Eva chuckled. Well, he hadn't been allowed to go to Ilvermorny with her, but her mum had cared for him then.

Draining her glass, Eva knew she should wait a while before she had another, if at all, but the pleasant buzz humming through her veins was at peak amusement- and it made her oblivious to any little talons digging into her shoulder. Not that it would have bothered her sober either.

She was distracted from her thoughts of champagne by the mention of Amelia's Mr. Fisk- whom Eva had yet to meet and now she was thoroughly intrigued. "Oh oh, Am is he here?" She wanted to get a good look at him.