The hum of activity went on in the kitchens, but could not be compared to its intensity earlier. The house-elves, working to serve up dinner later, couldn't help but wonder at the presence of the two students, sitting at the kitchen table as if it were a table to feast at. Sure, it was, given how it never went without food; still, it wasn't appropriate. Some slowed their pace at work to muse about how greedy teenagers are these days, some prided themselves on their irresistible culinary skills, while others thought it rude that the two must not have enjoyed the meal served earlier to still have room in their tummies for the kept treats in the kitchen. Whatever it was, Julien and Adriana had eyes on them, though it would seem that neither bothered.
His eyes lingered on the girl's face. Some would say that this was always the one that started off the problems, this looking. He was always merely curious, always asking questions that didn't need answers, but still, always looking to discover. Oftentimes, though, the look was misunderstood as an interest that could arouse a response of attraction. The boy was only beginning to understand the repercussions of the unwitting pull of even the diluted Veela trait in his possession. He wasn't nearly as of wit as his twin sister, who seemed to already know how to manage that trait to her advantage. He was but at the mere stage of discovering it. Yet, as with all things, Julien was one step behind Gisele. It was a good thing that the two got along so well, and so it never bothered the boy much.
He didn't know what he thought, from looking at Adriana. Yet, he grinned, winked, and nodded. "Why, thank you, mademoiselle." Julien proceeded to roll up his sleeves. "I'd save this feast from waste!" With a lick of his lips, he rubbed his hands before reaching for a cracker, and the cheese knife. "We have the best of this at home," he proclaimed, or boasted, as he pointed to the Camembert on the cheese platter. "Nothing as perfect as Camembert on crackers," he continued, and smacked his lips in response. "What do you like, Miss d'Eath?"
Julien tilted his head, turned, and couldn't keep a smirk from his face, at the girl's question. "There's nothing better than our Tower," he stated, before taking a bite of the cracker in his hand. Nodding, he closed his eyes in a second of pleasure and enjoyed the caress of cheese on his tongue. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Adriana, lingering once again in a state of curiosity. "Wine?" There was amusement in his eyes. It wasn't everyday you saw a student having wine at Hogwarts. With a grin, Julien edged his empty glass closer to the girl. "May I?"