At 12:47 AM you’re a bit drowsy while you walked down the Ministry hallway, the hall dimly lit with candles as you made your way back to bed with some water. You saw a figure, holding a candle and reading a thick book at a small table near one of the many windows. It was Copia.

“Ah, Cara.. you startled me, Mio bella.” He chuckled, with his lil Italian accent.

Copia took you outside, holding your hand with his black leather glove and led you into the moonlit garden. “Mhh..” He purred, smiling softly.

“May I have this dance?” He bowed.