He’s had his eye on you for a while now. Not just for your magical power, you have plenty of that already— but your mystique. Following you around like a lost puppy and when he finally catches you— you fall through his hands like smoke. He won’t let you escape this time- not when he finally has you near. John turns a corner when he spots you, fixing his tunic with a smoke-hidden smile.

“Fancy seeing you here.”