Riley looked back at Izzy as he walked further into the school. "Huh? Nah, it should be fine. I mean I think so. Probably." About as typical a response as Izzy could have expected from Riley. While she couldn't see at first due to the length of his robe, but he was wearing his usual hippy-like sandals under his priestly vestments. She got the sneaking suspicion that he wasn't actually taking this as seriously as he first appeared to be.

As the trio took the stairs into the school, Holden piped up, "Riley, are you a priest, or a minister, or something?"

"Hmm?" Riley seemed to have to think about his answer. "Well, I suppose I'm a vicar if you want to be specific. That's what I went to college for, anyway." He looked back at the two of them and elaborated with a goofy smile, "No church would hire me! Could you believe that?"

To that end, as they entered the room that Riley had prepared for... whatever he was planning, Izzy was somewhat taken aback by what she found. The room was not one they used often, as it was mostly empty, but it seemed to be among the least decrepit in the building. She had perhaps slept in this one for a day or two over the summer. A dozen long, white candles scattered about bathed the room in soft, orange light. A wooden cross, half as tall as Izzy, was mounted to a desk at the far end of the room, drawing the eye. However, strange fetishes and paper talismans were hanging from the limbs of the cross, and similar items were strewn about the room as Izzy looked around.

Riley stepped over to a corner of the room, where he seemed to have prepared some supplies. Izzy watched him pour what seemed to be red wine into a paper cup, and knocked it back with a single swig. He prepared two more cups of wine, and walked over to Izzy and Holden with them.

"Here, drink this. A little sacramental wine usually helps before a ritual; I never leave home without it."

Holden took the cup, but merely looked at Riley and said, "I'm seventeen."

Riley laughed. "So you say. I'm reasoning that you're also not Italian. Just a sip, I'm not asking you to get wasted, here."

Glancing at Izzy, Holden shrugged before steadily drinking the wine, and handing his empty cup back to Riley.