For he had. For one dark, glorious day, Philip had held power in his hands. Had worked with those worthy to be his superiors to eliminate those whose existance was a danger to wizarding kind. For a moment Philip had been able to create real art, a masterpiece that all other mediums had found lacking.
Those were the changes that could not be seen on the outside of Philip Cresswell. They did not answer the question of what he was doing in SoHo however. The young man had never looked to anyone in his entire life. Had been proud of that fact. So why would he even think twice about a friendship that had taken seven years to cultivate? Justin had always been more a people person than Philip, but he hadn't had the forthought, the determination, the drive. What did Philip care if Justin was wasting his life away on unworthy causes? Prehaps he didn't. And yet, here he was.
"Hello Haddock."




