Nathan stalked into the new year event, he was dressed in a dark overcoat with crimson lining. His piercing grey eyes scanned the crowd. Most were young, new graduates from the British School of Wizardry. Of which Nathaniel was not a Alumni. Fun and games were never his sport, he enjoyed the thrill of hunting, high profile work that required darker spells than were ever taught at Hogwarts.

He brought a black gloved hand to his side to ensure that his wand was in fact in its place, in case things got especially dark as the party wore on. His eyes glanced off the men and girls as he stiffly walked to refreshment table and retrieved himself a drink. He sipped it as he sat in the corner, facing the great entryway.