By the hammer of Thor, the rumours were true.

Erik stood silently at the door to Botros' office, staring at the Ancient Runes professor with his icy eyes. The man had miraculously grown hair, fine blond hair at that. He looked in perfect health while the true youth of this school were rotting away.

He followed Atticus into the office. "You look well," he spoke quietly. Suspiciously well. What was his secret? He looked for Ivy to get to the question asking.