There are worse people he could be trapped with inside a cursed crumbling chapel, he decides.

"Yeah?" He pulls up a grin. "Well, I can be pretty persuasive."

Actually, he's not sure how true that is. He gets his words tangled up and trips all over them. He got stuck with Erik's title but inherited none of the charisma his brother always wore so easily. But then again, he'd managed to sour the third-years on August's reign as prefect, and his rogue speech at Hillerska's 120th anniversary commemoration had, for better or for worse, encouraged others to come forward and speak up about the rotting infrastructure of tradition in their school community.

So maybe he doesn't suck as much as he thinks. Maybe. He crosses his arms, casts a weary look at the door.

"How long do you think until it works?"

Too bad they have no hatchets to bury.