"Assuming Ryan too," Chris says, glancing up. He held up the wand still in his hand. "I woke up with his dumbass wand." And this stupid hoodie, a hoodie that says 'My <3 belongs to bambi', a hoodie that was decisively buried at the bottom of his trunk, but a hoodie Ryan gave him. The wand's tip is still glowing very faintly, not punctuating a bit of the dark, because it's an asshole. "We'll find them. We'll get everyone. That's why we're here. What about Quinn? She on the board? Fuck - and Rosy -" That seems to pierce Chris's calm.