Julian was definitely confident, there wasn't much that scared him, not with the family and magic type that he had. There was an element of darkness to Necromancy that was undeniable and you'd be a fool if you thought you could just dabble without at some point touching the veil which separated the living world from the dead one. The very same world where creatures lingered just waiting for any opportunity to leap through the smallest of fissures and claim life as if it were their own. There was truth to possession, no denying that.
What Cole found eerie Julian found familiar, this right here was what his family knew and did for a living. They were well versed with the dead and the places of rest so much so that they performed rituals that would see the ones that had known a particularly unpleasant death into the arms of their deity whatever or whoever it was to ensure nothing of their pain was left and could fester the same way bad emotion did if left unattended too long.
Of course as Julian stepped through the headstones he came face to face with sure enough emo goth kids looking suitably emo and goth in their gathered circle with burning candles and what looked like a crudely drawn pentagram.
"Oh I have something," he drawled, Cajun accent particularly thick, "Couple idiot kids trying to get their kicks in the local graveyard."