Okay, I'll get some food and be right up!

[He disappears back inside for a little while, comes out with a stolen tupperware container full of party finger food, and in the shadow of some bushes, he suddenly bounds up to Dylan's window, kicking back and forth between two pillars and then hooking a hand on a corbel and hefting himself up with the container clamped under his arm.]

[Regardless of what career he sets himself up with (hopefully a science one), someday he plans on going with his aunt on her expeditions to find magical artifacts on occasion. So he's prepared for the kinds of adventures a magical archeologist professor might get into.]

[He's put in a lot of hours at his parkour gym.]

[He sits on the railing of his balcony, pops off the lid, and hands it over with slightly mischievous smile, knowing that what he just did was fairly impressive.]

I'm Hunter, by the way.

[He speaks quietly, not wanting to upset any guards that might be nearby.]

So why do you have so many bodyguards? Is it because your family is super rich?

[If he's in this room, he lives in this house, and this house is the home of the one donating to all those charities.]