John was sitting at one of the tables in the library, using his shoe to light up a cigarette. It was a Saturday, meaning it was detention. John was a regular at this point.

Once he decided to finally take a drag of his cigarette, his head lifted up once he heard the door open, a smirk appearing on his face once he saw you enter the room with Claire.

“Well, well, well.... Looks like we've got ourselves another princess.”