"Well aren't you the dipsomanic fox!" Ienzo blurts with a dry explosion in his mouth that follows, and it's hard to tell if he's impressed that Edmund's dodged his way off campus without anyone noticing, has gotten himself served as a first year, or if he thinks the bravado's a steaming load of bunk. He shakes his head and shares the grinning for a moment, crooked bangs swaying.

"Oh, we'll just set ourselves to some tidying chores near his study and if anyone's around to question it, we tell them one of his favorites sent us." He shrugs cooly, pleased to know the formula here, even if he's only been a part of Braig's escapades on a few select occasions. He's looking like a true mischief-maker here, and that's risky, but at least he knows the Who's Who of other houses and more importantly which Prefects are slavishly devoted to certain teachers. I

t's this insiders knowledge that sets him apart from most of the other new boys, an advantage that doesn't seem to realize the power of fully till he's smoothly finding himself with answers. Leaning in, he suggests the easiest alibi. "...Charlie Blackridge and his mates. They'll be at the Rugby match till dusk."