Sometimes Lysander is ashamed that he, likely, is more nervous than his brother is on full moons. He knows, of course, that the potion has taken any discomfort away, and he always triple-checks to make sure Lorcan has it. There's still just the worry that something could go wrong. And this time, their entire new apartment building could potentially be around to witness. It's another complexity in an already anxiety-provoking process, and Lysander is taking that anxiety out on literally everyone who chooses to come to the party.

"Straight down!" He half-barks, perched at the edge of the suitcase, pointing into it like perhaps the big yellow arrow isn't clue enough. "The party's not in the apartment, don't touch anything!"