Warlock, gray Jackson woke up at the sound of chatter right outside his room door. His body raised up as he groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he removed the covers from his body and got out of the bed. Jackson was shirtless and only had on his sleeping pants as he exited his room and into the hall. "Wakey, wakey. You finally got your hand off your snakey?" One of the boys, who name was Marcus, asked him jokingly. Jackson scoffed and looked at him then shook his head while walking down the stairs, where he was met by the high warlock, Peter Magnus. "Hello there, Mr. Magnus." Jackson said lowly. Peter eyed the boy then pointed at him up and down. "What do you think this is? A photo shoot? Go put on some clothes." Jackson turned heel and went to do what he was told. He hopped into the shower, then brushed his teeth and exited the bathroom and changed clothing in his room. He walked back down the stairs and sat at the table, along with the other guys and Peter then proceeded to eat breakfast. "We might need to go door to door and introduce ourselves." Peter proclaimed but most of the guys groaned. "No one does that now a days, Peter." Marcus said and others joined in with him laughing. Jackson looked at them and shook his head then eyed Peter. "I'll go with you." A silent hush quickly fell over the room as all eyes were locked on him - Most were death stares. Peter smiled and nodded his head. "Ah, well, let's go then, son." Jackson took a sip from his juice and stood up, walking outside with Peter. "I'm actually glad you came with me on this journey, Jackson. Gives me more time to talk to you about being the next High Warlock." Peter spoke lowly, which caused Jackson to stammer through his words. "I thought Marcus was next in line?" Peter scoffed then shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Someone who has no respect for anything will not be High Warlock, remember that." Peter said as they came up to another mansion, one that was indeed larger than theirs. Peter had an uneasy feeling about this place then looked at Jackson, who looked up at him. "I feel uneasy as well." The sense of staying away was there but they both walked through the gate anyway. They walked up to the door and Peter raised his hand up and formed a fist, knocking on the door with his knuckles. Jackson looked around then looked as the door opened up. "Hello there, me and my son are new to the neighborhood and was just going door to door and introducing ourselves. I am Peter and this here is my boy, Jackson." Peter said with a smile, but it was really much more of a smirk. "You have a nice house. It looks magnificent." Jackson said with a smile. Peter communicated with Jackson in his mind. 'There are witches here. I can feel them.' Jackson nodded his head then raised a brow at the female at the door. "Mind if we come in?" He asked politely and in a hush tone, waiting to see if they were going to be invited in.