So the thing about being IT for an entire coven (even when that really ain’t his job...) is that there are some witches who just don’t understand the way computers or anything remotely technologically inclined worked. There was this witch in one part of the expansive mansion that was still convinced that the internet was being manipulated by an ever-expanding spider that was gathering the information for some sort of war on humanity. The entire thing was exhausting. He returns to his post in the library and cracks open his laptop, sifting through for where he left off on his archival decoding. This was his actual job, making sure all the important things of the coven’s history were available online.
A ding! caught his attention and he glanced down at his phone, surprised that it was already time for that. Ashton said she had a friend she wanted him to meet, a new witch who was supposedly really hot? He’d have to be the judge of that, Footsteps in the library alerted him of another and his eyes wandered up to find another man looking... lost? Or something close. “Hey,” he calls out phone hand. “Are you--Collin? Did Ashton send you?” A pause. “If you’re not... uh... Enjoy the library?”