Josiah sighed, dropping the box onto the floor next to the door. "Wish I knew. I think it's just a leftover temperature drop from the magic he uses. I really don't know." He shrugged before not-quite collapsing in the couch next to Amy. "Though you should try coffee some time - it does wonders when you have to finish a novel-length research paper for your macroeconomics class at three in the morning."

He glanced at the stacks of papers, all written in that same scrawled cursive. "This is all Calum's. I really wish he had been a neat freak - it doesn't really get him any brownie points in my book for leaving a mess in the loft."