[ Constantine is up to something. He can see that right off the bat, suspicious little squint following John acoss the room. He shivers under the sudden chill blowing into the room, but refrains from casting a warming charm.
If it's a test, he won't show weakness. His grandfather and mother have taught him well: poise and endurance. ]
Yes. Mother and I visit with my grandfather in Nanda Parbat for a few weeks every winter.
[ The magical and isolated city, nestled away in Tibet; home to an order of monks, and a retreat well beyond the means of ordinary witches and wizards. It's a special privilege, for an especially ancient House. ]
Why?
[ He (probably rightly) suspects John is about to pull some sort of fuckery out of his metaphorical hat. ]
no subject
If it's a test, he won't show weakness. His grandfather and mother have taught him well: poise and endurance. ]
Yes. Mother and I visit with my grandfather in Nanda Parbat for a few weeks every winter.
[ The magical and isolated city, nestled away in Tibet; home to an order of monks, and a retreat well beyond the means of ordinary witches and wizards. It's a special privilege, for an especially ancient House. ]
Why?
[ He (probably rightly) suspects John is about to pull some sort of fuckery out of his metaphorical hat. ]