Always an early riser, by now John has examined everything in the room (especially for magic), put together several possible plans of action (with a few digressions into what he'll do when he can summon - anything), and, most importantly, gotten dressed. The clothes aren't up to his standards, but at least they're approximately the right style. So, there's a neatly dressed and clean-cut youth sitting at the kitchen table.

He's managed a cup of tea. The prospect of 'cereal' was too much.

The sound of keys gave him a few moments to prepare himself, so he's adopted a look of polite, mild confusion.

"Hello." Nothing too weird to see here.