It starts slowly at first - the slight bloom of blood seeping through the back of his jacket, hard to spot through the dark purple fabric. So too are the dark marks on his wrist, more shadow than anything terribly noticeable, especially given how much he gestures as he speaks. It only becomes easy to notice when the stains, swirled into links of chain, start to inch over the floor towards his brother.

Felix doesn’t see it yet; his eyes on his audience.

“As a final bit of business, for my existing members, I was hoping some of you might share any personal projects or research you might be working on right now. Howl’s spell, for instance, worked out admirably, and I’m looking forward to possible future applications of that splendid piece of magic…and you all should go see it for yourself if you haven’t already…the workroom is right across the lobby…”