"Shit, you okay?" He reaches down to help Shane up, answering, "Yeah, he's mine. In so much as the stupid mutt belongs to anyone." Jon grins, "Mostly he's a pain in the ass."
Jon's about to open the door and usher Shane inside when an owl swoops down, dropping a letter at his head. Fumbling around, he finally manages to get a hold of it before it hits the ground. His name is written on the front, the headmaster's script familiar. With an apologetic smile to Shane, he opens the letter.
It's, well. It's a request. Not necessarily odd in and of itself, but it's the fact that Schechter's left no room for Jon to do it any other time than right now. So. Jon looks up from the paper, "Hey, sorry man, I've gotta go take care of this-" waving the letter around, "-right now. But just go in, it says somebody'll be by in a few minutes?" Pausing, Jon reaches out to shake Shane's hand again before starting down the stairs. Over his shoulder, he says, "We'll have to get together sometime while you're here, okay? I'd like to talk about your project."
Only a couple days in and this place is so, so weird.