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[thisfatefulhour]

The bar is up one university student, lounging in an armchair by the fire with a book of poems.

He's glancing up and around every few minutes, apparently looking for someone.

[ooc: Not plot-locked, but ping before tagging, plz. :)]

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[ladyfirestarter]

There's someone looking for him too, as it happens, over by the front door.

Charlie McGee stands there, scanning the room.

[thisfatefulhour]

When he catches sight of her, he marks his place in the book and waves to her.

[ladyfirestarter]

The wave catches her eye, and she heads in his direction.

"Charles, hi. I was hoping to run into you."

[thisfatefulhour]

"So was I. Is that invitation still good?"