Adam had looked his best today, eager to impress some of the Beauxbatons girls. His keeper skills and irresistible charm alone would no doubt be enough, but he’d spent extra time on his hair just to help. He ran his fingers through it almost constantly as he waited for the match to start, shooting Zeke an annoyed look when he started chatting up the team in French. Ugh. Taking to the sky, Adam hovered in front of his hoops to watch to game, doing his best to look impressive.