Ambrose stayed by Caleb's bedside a little longer, watching quietly and even mumbling a few comforting words now and then. But Caleb was exhausted and as he drifted away, Ambrose dismissed himself from the room. He returned his dorm exhausted, even though the day had barely started. He plopped down on his side of the dorm bedroom, ignoring pestering questions from Morgan and plugging in his headphones. For the first time in weeks he felt inspired, starting a new painting. It was harsh, jagged lines and deep colors. It depicted a gruesome scene that made Ambrose quiver from within, but he didn't stop. Not even when it was late into the night and Morgan had shut off all the lights. He kept on painting.

The passing week was generally quiet for Ambrose actually. He was too focused on his studies to really worry about anything else at the moment. Even when he heard of the attacks, Ambrose shut it out of his thoughts as much as he could. Instead he was just grateful it wasn't him, and Ambrose was aware that was a selfish thought. But he didn't really care. Ambrose had even scheduled times to train with Caleb in the upcoming days, and hopefully they could figure what type of magic was Ambrose's niche. 

The phone on his desk beeped loudly, and Ambrose knew immediately it was Sam calling another meeting. Ambrose groaned and leaned back in his chair, setting down his notes. "Goddamnit... I have a test tomorrow, I don't have time for this." He whined to himself as he pulled himself up to start getting ready to go. Morgan sat up in his bed from across the room, ears perking as he caught the words Ambrose grumbled to himself. 

"What's going on?" Morgan poked, eyes following Ambrose as he slid on his jacket and shoes. 

"Nothing. It doesn't concern you." Ambrose replied, not even bothering to glance back at his roommate. He was going through the group chats, catching up on the messages he missed. A knock rang out and Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief, rushing to the door. 

"Caleb, I'm ready to go." He murmured quietly, hoping Morgan had lost interest. He tossed a glance back at his roommate, who seemed to have turned back over in his bed, sound asleep. Ambrose nodded and stepped out into the hallway, "Let's go." He said and started down towards the underground library with Caleb in tow. 

But a few minutes after they had left, their dorm room door creaked open slowly. A blonde head peaked out, blue eyes glinting slyly. Silently, Morgan took off his targets, quiet as a mouse.