FOR FRED ONLY

[hunt_the_devil]

*Armed with a few beers he had requisitioned from the Mess Hall (he was entitlted to these he felt, seeing as he did most of the cooking along with Molly) John had settled himself down in his room waiting for Fred to arrive. Despite the cold John had learnt that the quicker he teleported the less he felt it but it also meant that sometimes he ended up landing on a patch of ice which had sent him flying once or twice now.

Whistling a tune John removed the cap of off two beers and waited.*