Re: Scor/Al
"How did that happen?" he asked, but he wasn't sure that it mattered. He returned the grip to Al's shoulder. There really didn't need to be anything said about it. They were in this together and Al had come back to make sure he was going to the right place. It reminded him of the owl everyday, knowing his best friend had looked.
"Talk loud while I pack." He walked down to his room and got out his two bags of things he had moved in with. It didn't take him long to pack all of his possessions now. He needed clothes and his art supplied. His portfolios were a must. "My father must have heard something. He sent an owl two days ago to warn me that they were going into hiding. I wasn't sure why. They didn't want me to go though. They just wanted me to know." He frowned, wondering how they knew in the first place.