Christopher was sitting on his bed reading through a very thick book when he slowly looked up, his eyes glazing over slightly. Even though it had literally been happening to him all his life he could never grown fond of the sudden visions that caught him by surprise. The ones he called forward tended to cause headaches, but the ones like he had just now, not called on, but he got a flicker of a sort, like a little twitch to warn him one was coming, they were not that bad. He watched ass the house suddenly shook, his old gramophone falling from its perch and crashing to the ground, he saw Celeste stomp her way over to the home, a big 'someone better be dead' look on her face.<br/><br/>He blinked a few times before closing his book then getting up to pick up the gramophone, with a loud bang the house shook, a strange smell in the air, aahh, so that was it then,  Rhen was helping some of the young charges in the 'chemistry' class. Unlike the other members that lived at this nice house, Christopher did not actively help out with the training of the new arrivals. Not only was he really not that good with communicating with others (though he was getting use to those living here as well) but he just ..... well what the hell could he teach them? He was by far the worst one here when it came to fighting, he didn't know much about magic ..... he just 'saw' stuff. Not like it was not handy, he would often 'see' people like them that needed their help and where to find them. He would see attackers before it happened and prevent it from ever happening. In fact half the people that were brought here were done so because ha had seen them in trouble and let the others know where they would be before the trouble ever came to pass.<br/><br/>Deciding he would rather avoid the ball of fury that could be Celest he picked up his book and went out the back, catching sight of Nadia rushing towards the classroom, kitchen knife in hand. That meant she had been in the kitchen? Hopefully cooking, she was a wonderful cook. Taking a shortcut through the kitchen he saw she had in fact make them all a snack, he would thank her later. Picking up the plain peanut butter sandwich (no jam, or jelly or syrup or honey or whatever other shit people put on it) , no crust. He knew that was for him, nobody else ate it like that, what can he say, he had simple taste.<br/><br/>He quietly slipped out the backdoor, managing to avoid all the woman in the house before heading out to the old oak tree he liked to read under. He preferred to avoid action whenever he could, the times he had to go out with someone was bad enough as it was, but he would always help out,  this was the only place he ever felt at home at. But he really just did not have the energy for the women wanting to train him again, ones ego could only take so much when every girl in the house kicked your ass (lererally) on a regular basis