"But— okay, what the heck are Gytrashes?" Ricky muttered to himself, flipping through his textbook for answers he couldn’t find. The summer homework was killing him, mostly because he had no help and no guidance from anyone who understood it. "Crow would know." He muttered. His roommates knew everything, it felt like. Johnathon Wood could name every way to treat a werewolf or vampire bite, Nick Rainwater knew every defensive charm they were taught beforehand, Aedon Crow could tell you ways to stave off imps and ghosts in his sleep. Ricky was left to fumble like a fish on land.