A sonic crack signaled the arrival of Alex. Within moments he was completely soaked. "Just great; a storm." Alex said grumpily. "Lumos!" His wand tip flared, adding to the light Rowan's cast in the dim false-night created by the storm. "Hello." he said, with a polite nod to the gathered company. "Perfect weather, isn't it?" he added sarcastically. Alex made a mental note to keep himself in check today; his sarcasm would only get worse as this weather persisted. He did a quick head count. Seven wizards were already here, including him, and many looked pretty upset with the weather, too. Alex performed a few spells to keep himself warm.