John went to classes, but only because he knew Professor Hallowfen would corner him if he didn't. Everything was fucked. Not only had Sorin died, that was bad enough, but his own brother had reported on his drug use and now he had to be tested every four days. So much for brotherly trust. A small part of John admitted that he knew Leon was worried about him, that it was for his own good. But he knew what he was doing. If they would just leave him alone!
And now someone was knocking at his door. John was tempted, for a moment, to use the magic he'd been studying all his life to send the visitor away for good. He resisted. It was Fred, which was surprising. John could count on one hand the number of times Fred had ever spoken directly to him. And that was how they both preferred it. What did she want?
John opened the door. He was dressed in a wrinkled t-shirt and sweatpants, his long dark hair tangled around his shoulders. His dark eyes scrutinized Fred for a moment.