John despised exorcisms with every fiber of his being. They were never a walk in the park, that was for sure. One wrong move and they could turn into a complete nightmare. It had been ages since he had been called upon to perform one, until fate decided to play its cruel game. Once again, something had gone awry. But this time, luck was on his side. He didn't have to endure any harm, nor did he have to utter a single incantation, all thanks to you.

You were a complete mystery to John. He knew nothing about you, except for the fact that you were somehow connected to the family. Or so he assumed. He never bothered to inquire about the details of his assignments. However, now he yearned to uncover the truth. How in the world did you manage to save him? And so, once the task was accomplished, John pulled you aside.

"Tell me, kid," he asked, his British accent seeping through each word. When met with silence, John let out an exasperated sigh. "That spell you used back there, how the hell are you familiar with it?"