"Oh yeah, because you're always super polite with me," Patrice challenges, but there's no bite behind his words. Somewhere deep down he does appreciate the care his roommates are taking, but right now it's hard to feel anything but jittery and uncomfortable.

"It's taking those things too? Really stupid." As he says this he wrinkles his nose, his gaze straying to Presley's hand as it touches the crystal ball. Nothing happens, and he lets out a slow breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. He picks up the envelope with his name on it after setting down the runes.