The letter had come two weeks ago, shortly after the incident in the basement of Stevenson Auditorium. Truly, if anyone had been counting, it had come only seven hours after the whole mess and in the form of a letter delivered to Eric via a nagging feeling that one should check their patio. It was a simple letter of normal font and sealed with a plain embossed sticker with the number XIV in the center. In stated simply, in a rather expertly penned handwriting:<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-style: italic">Earlier today on the campus of Wittmore College, in the basement of the Stevenson Auditorium between room B170 and B171, at exactly 10:07 am, an agent of Team XIV was in pursuit of a wanted criminal, the necromancer called Carver, now identified as one Mark Edward Suthand, and was assaulted by one David Aowel. It is understood that young David mistook the agent for a rogue shade and felt the need to act out accordingly by attempting to cast a separation curse. The spell did, however, backfire and the agent was left unharmed. Due to this attack, the agent detained David for a brief period of fifteen minutes and, after my personal vetting of his family name, allowed David to return with his wand back to his normal routine.<br/><br/>Due to the sensitive nature of the Aowel family’s current involvement in the community, it is highly suggested that young David is reminded that word travels fast and especially on a campus filled with exactly 614,451 phone capable of taking photographic evidence at the time of his use of magic. It should also be noted that, should David have acted even moments earlier, his interference with the operation could have led to the harm of the agent, or the escape of the dangerous criminal. <br/><br/>Understanding the ignorance that comes with youth, this letter has been sent to acknowledge his actions and to advise his rightful guardian of them. In addition, compensation of 234.15 dollars has been included for the use of David’s time during the interrogation by our agent. <br/><br/>Once again, it is highly suggested that young David be reminded of the dangers of using any magic outside of personally owned property and the ramifications of such actions being noted by any part. Due to the sensitivity of the family name, Team XIV has taken the courtesy of requiring all agents involved with this report to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Team XIV thanks the Aowel family for their dedication to the removal and destruction of criminal non-human entities and extends a personal invitation of their services if, at any time, aid is required. <br/><br/>Charlie<br/>Team XIV Coordinator</span></div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>Today, however, a different sort of message had come. And this one, unfortunately, was being brought by a very, very unhappy messenger.<br/><br/>He was going to kill him. He wasn’t sure how, but he was going to do it. This was the last time Charlie dangled his existence over his head and forced him to do yet another belittling task. He hadn’t liked the kid the first time he met him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to change his mind this time. Sure, he might not be pointing a wand in his face, trying to tear his soul from his body, but he always thought first impressions were lasting ones and, well, that had been one piss-poor first impression. Still, despite his complaining, Charlie had seemed perfectly set on him being the one to deliver the invitation to Mr. Aowel. And he was still sore about that, too! The kid had acted blindly, flung his wand around and yet Charlie seemed to think he’d make a lovely addition to the group? No freakin’ way but, in the end, Able wasn’t the boss and there was little he could do to actually change Charlie’s mind on the matter…come to think of it, no one had ever changed Charlie’s mind on anything that he could remember. Huh. Something to consider for later.<br/><br/>Shaking the thought into the back of his head, Able paused a few doors down from the room he was heading to. His void-like gaze, which never really held any direction but you could always feel that distinct ‘someone is watching you’ feeling whenever he was looking at you, lingered from door to door until it located the one belonging to David. Cracking his neck and summing up all his pride that he could, he slowly strode to the door before giving a few deliberate knocks with his knuckles. Gazing at the door, the memories of their last encounter all came flooding back to him. He took three steps back, nearly enough to put him in the middle of the hall, and readied himself for what was going to come next.<br/><br/>Not waiting for any sort of greeting, or allowing for the questions that were going to come flying at him, Able just placed his hands on his jean covered hips and let off the pre-practiced speech he’d been required to remember by Charlie. Well, not remember, actually. Thanks to what he was, apparently, Charlie had the strange ability of just…putting things in his head when he wanted. Able could suddenly have directions, memories, and other bits of information just set there like plates on the table by their strange leader. It was yet another thing he swore he’d never become accustomed to.<br/><br/>“Team XIV wishes to request an audience with you regarding matters of sensitive nature. No answer needs to be made at this time and, should you wish to decline all together, the matter can be sent in a form of a written request to your legal or rightful guardian.” Repeated in a stiff tone, it was clear that this was something memorized and wasn’t something the shade enjoyed doing at all. He had one brow quirked up over his glasses, as if to say ‘are you going to say no and let me go on my way already’ and a flat expression on his face saying he didn’t care much for this little meeting of theirs.  Looking much like he did last time, the only thing that seemed changed about the man was that he lacked the back pack and the dagger that had been flung into his chest.