Eliot is a man of many whims. He doesn't always chase after them, but the day Quentin Coldwater showed his cute, clueless little face, Eliot had immediately decided he wanted him. Unfortunately he came with an owner - a distressingly talented owner. Talented or no though, she was still a first year who couldn't have a familiar. Which meant she had to have a sponsor. Eliot is newly minted third year and he immediately volunteers as tribute.

It quickly becomes commonplace to see Quentin tucked into reading nooks in the Cottage. Eliot's been taking it slow, but he pops up and offers Quentin snacks a lot, and alcoholic drinks, which he's technically not supposed to have. But he's the Physical Kids mascot, so fuck that, he can drink what he wants.

But today there's no immediate Quentin siting, and El hadn't seen him that morning before classes either. He frowns and cast a quick tracking charm which leads him right to a little private closet that only just fits Quentin. Eliot knocks on the door frame gently. "Are we hiding from anything in particular, or just needing space?" he asks.