"Whatcha doin'?" he asks, studying the magic circle like it's only the third weirdest thing he's walked in on this week. And knowing this place, it probably is. I grit my teeth. "Working on a class project. Do you mind?" He shrugs and comes in, settling on the couch across the room. "Nah, I got time. This for the econ final?" Devon just kind of stares at Steve for a minute, looks pointedly at the circle, and then back at him before he asks, "How would this possibly be related to the econ final?"
