 Wowza!
There was ... something. On his head. Walking on his head. Or crawling, whichever - Ian could feel something over there that totally should not be living between his tangled, brown locks.
A spider, maybe? He HAD been around the grounds, doing his usual crawling around and looking for galleons. If it was spider, it really was no problem; he'd had worst.
Pushing the door of the bathroom open, Ian stepped inside the lavatory looking every bit the unclean boy he usually was. Shirt untucked, shoe laces untied, tie hanging very loosely around his neck and stains of mud and Merlin Knows What Else all over his shirt, pants and even hands, the boy looked like a mess. He even had a bloody lip, and the truth was Ian could not recall how on EARTH had he gotten that.
Oh, people. He wasn't alone.
There was Kellen, Daph's Raiden and ... Strangers. Ian waved at them all in a cheerful fashion. "Yo!" He busied himself with washing his filthy hands, unaware that he'd walked in and interrupted a meeting.
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