It was a little disconcerting seeing books float through the air like they were carried by ghosts, especially so soon after experiencing Halloween and seeing some of the risen dead in person. Ashton's gaze followed the path of the next book to arrive until it was settled, then he darted a look over to Trent. "What? Yes. Chapter eighteen." Diligently, he turned to the appropriate page and ran long fingers over the words printed on it.
"Must you do that?" he asked, lifting his eyes again to the telekinetic. Ashton's dark hoodie was zipped up and he had his usual spiked hair that resembled his true form's crown of horns, not that Trent would have seen it before, but it refused to lay down and Ashton wasn't finicky about his appearance.