John Constantine and The Useless Magic Rock

Stranger Danger

"Ya see lads......this here book is part of my family, my old pa, bless his heart, looked all over the map for whatever things dear grandad left behind." John have a sad look, complementing himself by putting his free hand on his chest. "And it was a miracle! That we had managed to find. It. Here."

John frowned a bit, making a show of bitting his lip, "Unfortunately.....he couldn't come down here to claim it himself, got to sick ya know....so that's why I'm here. Couldn't we just forgive and forget? Here!-" he dug into his pocket, "-you can have my earnings! Every piece! I don't need it, I got want I wanted."

Eli and Jack, Matt tripping over some bins earlier, have each other a look.

"Well sure, that sounds fine n dandy all that-but what's stopping us from taking all of it?"

John smiled.
"Why nothin of course!"

The two losers nodded at each other, grinning at the amount of money the kid in front of them had won.

"Somnium!"

The two men fell over, unconscious.
Snoring?

The shout came from behind, the irritated looking mad stood still, outstretched in his hand was a.........stick?

"The hell?...."

The man stepped around them, flicking the wooden object at them with a 'Obliviate', before facing him.

John raised his eyebrow.
"Absolutely fascinating mate, but what the hell was that?"

The black eyes of the towering man narrowed, probably annoyed, one of John's many talents.

"Magic."

"Oh....." never seen it used like that before. John then crossed his arms(mindful of the large book in his hand).
"'Bout time you did something besides stare."

Eyes narrowed further, "You knew I was there?"

"Is what I said mate."

The man scowled at him.
Good, he wasn't lookin to make friends.
Just finding out what sent him there, how and to get back home, pay the bugger that caused him this misfortune a favor and go back to dealing with the supposed 'rising darkness' Manny keeps losing his shit over.

"You don't seem surprised." The man not asking.

John shrugged, "Seen a lot of things over the years, and a bit of a magician myself mate."
If he ever meet his mum, she'd probably be tellin him that 'honesty is the best policy' herself, but since he didn't, Chaz and Zed chaperoned first the task.

The man nodded, then turned around.
"Come."

John blinked....did he just.....like he was a fucking dog?
Hehehe
Fuck no

"Ok well, one might say it was common sense to not follow strangers back to where they came from."

The man paused, lifting a hand to his face(probably to pinch the ridge of his nose).
Turning to where he faced John halfway, he spoke in a cold demeanor.

If mister John Fucking Constantine was an actual 10 year old-then he'd probably be a bit intimidated, but facing down demons and evil spirits for a normal schedule, he didn't care.

"Whether you are aware of it or not, you have broken a rule set by the ministry."

Like that explained everything.

".....ministry....sure. And uh....what rule did I supposedly break?" For John this had to be a new record, breaking rules he didn't know for a culture he wasn't apart of.
Chaz was going to love this.

"The use of magic of underage wizards. You must already knew about your magic, seeing you are at bit of a magician' yourself."

Bastard.
John loathed it when people tried turning his own words on him.

"Someone forget to take their meds? Surely you know of cards of sleeves and rabbits outta hats?"
Playing it dumb, and therefore playing it safe.