Jess was accustomed to midnight summons. Accidental magic happened at every hour of the day and though he wasn't on call tonight, that hadn't stopped him from being called upon to come in anyway. What he hadn't expected was to see Fallon's owl insistently tapping at the window when he opened it. Odd. He read the brief letter quickly, half-awake, half-dressed and then suddenly very much alert.

This didn't bode well.

He penned a four-word response and moved to find clothes that weren't the ones he'd worn today or wrinkled from being tossed over a chair instead of hung up. Not that it truly mattered, he supposed, but he tossed on a shirt, haphazardly buttoning it and some actual pants instead of the old worn out things he wore to bed, tossed on his slippers and stepped into the floo according to the directions.

He and Tyb were moving out tomorrow into their own place and somehow he had the suspicion tomorrow or today rather— was going to be a long day. Stepping out of the fireplace at Fallon's he found her also very much awake and slightly disheveled. 'Hey Trouble, what's going on?" He was quite confused by the urgency of the letter, but didn't want to jump to conclusions either.