Well, that hadn’t turned out as well as he had hoped, an evening of fun, full of rolled die, fantastical costume, and figuring goblins turning into an all out fight against a demon from the other side of the void - not that Henry had necessarily wished the creature into existence as much as he had attempted to bring a little more life to the stagnant pieces with what he had thought was a simple enough invocation; but no, luck wasn’t on his side nor was the power he had at his fingertips by the time they were all being stared down by the otherworldly creature with multiple arms and an equal amount of faces, bared teeth ready to rip through whoever dared make a wish in some twisted realization of whatever wishes those might have been.

At least it seemed that no one had wished for anything that would have caused the demon to go on a rampage throughout their party or the wider scope of San Francisco and now that it was gone, banished by someone who had far more experience and far more ability in her small finger than Henry had in his whole being, at least he could invoke one wish that seemed a much better one to make against any others than Henry could have actually wanted to make.

A date for Spring Fling so, again, he wasn’t showing up stag to something? Passing grades especially in those classes that would actually mean something to his future? Graduation to come along faster than it seemed to be so he could get out of Dodge quicker? It could have been any one of those things, but it hadn’t. It had simply been to disappear in the full tone of teenage melodrama that willed the Earth to simply open up and swallow him whole without a trace.

But then again, that wasn’t hard either, was it? Not usually, not with his power set, not with what he could do; Henry had just been making it difficult to do with one chaotic outburst or another, some entertaining while others he was sure his peers could have gone without, and what could have been another year of being a background figure, someone who was there but not really there, not really noticed aside from under unavoidable circumstance, had been a tumultuous launch pad into mild notoriety, and that had been on him.

Chances were that he was being hard on himself, something he found himself apt to do in the quiet moments of staring down a homework assignment even if his brain had been on nothing of the sort or droning away on a Fine Art portfolio which spoke volumes of his mental, even emotional, distance in the consistency of brush strokes to a point where he would have to ultimately go back over the canvas to properly blend it - not that either had his attention as he laid in the middle of the living room of a rather unlived house, the parental absence not so strange nor had it been particularly questioned, and stared right up at the high rise ceiling beyond the second floor walkway that loomed in his peripheral.

There was a sigh and the sound of feet, multiple ones, padding across the floor as a small, miniature really, springer spaniel approached and found a spot to lay against the side of his body, twisting her body into a small ball while her face came to rest on his stomach, peering up at his face.

“Yeah, I know,” Henry said, shaking his head a little bit. “No disappearing.”