WHAT: it's magic time boys. WHERE: john's apartment. WHEN: backdated july 4th. WARNINGS: tbd, probably talk of death at the very least. STATUS: in progress
Magic was a tricky mistress, and John was hoping she'd be kind to the boy. From what he could gather so far, Stiles had been through quite a bit in his short time alive, and none of it things he deserved. The fact that he could relate to a troubled childhood--aside from the good father Stiles seemed to have--was definitely a factor in his wanting to help the boy with whatever magics he might have. If someone trustworthy had stepped in to help John as child, Constantine may not have become what his reputation deservedly presented him as now.
He didn't have a lot to set up in preparation, but he had magiced away the hints of cigarette smoke that lingered on the surface of everything. Stiles had seemed accommodating about it, but John didn't want to be an asshole either. Depending on how this went, the kid was going to get some life altering news he'd have to learn to work through.
Making his way to the door when he heard the bell go off, he opened it and stepped aside. "Welcome to my humble abode."