The weather was glorious, surprisingly for England. There was barely a cloud in the sky, a light breeze in the air, and the sun had made its presence very known to the residents. Danica had decided to use the day to go to a garden party with some of the female socialites - men weren't invited - and Ciceron had to assume Hera and Viola would have been welcomed also. But he wasn't entirely sure if both of them would go. He doubted that Astrid got an invite...she was a little too fierce for a relaxing Sunday.
With his work already done for the day, and a lot of spare time on his hands, Ciceron decided to take the time to sit outside and read. He was propped back on a nicely padded lounger, an iced drink by his side, a thick leather-bound book in his hands (The Extensive Poetry Collection of Lavender Gray), and a pair of sculpted sunglasses perched on his nose.
And as with Summer fashion, a pair of Hippogriff-print shorts that were, well, slightly too short for the public. Nobody needed to see that, and he was determined to change long before Danica returned in her tipsy state.