JD tried very hard not to listen too closely to rumors. Of all people, he knew one couldn’t always believe what they heard or read. For example, one of those old gossip rags said he was currently in Jamaica to hide a drug induced mental breakdown. That was clearly incorrect: he was at Rocky Mountain International for the opening feast, and if he was going to go somewhere to hide during a drug induced mental breakdown, he’d pick somewhere more fabulous and less tacky than Jamaica.
Anyway, he knew better than anyone that rumors weren’t truth. Rumors could be excellent weapons, but they rarely told the whole story. Interacting with other people, though, was like a truth serum, bringing the validity of rumors to the forefront. It was just so incredibly sad that Dakota Farnon was as unhinged as gossip wanted them all to believe.
No one was better than him, especially this fashion don’t in front of him.
“I’d heard you were delusional,” he said sadly, “But I had hoped people were just blowing it out of proportion. Someone like you could never be better than me.”
Someone who’d been held back a term for failing magical school - seriously, how did someone FAIL at MAGICAL SCHOOL - and set students on fire for no good reason could be endlessly entertaining, but also clearly crazy.
“I’m so sorry that you feel that way. It must feel so awful to go through your life being so disliked.” He sighed. “It’s free to be kind, poor thing.”