Hartley took the watch quickly, his fingers feeling the inscription before he put it into the inner pocket of his jacket, as safe as it could possibly be. All he had.

"I need someone to get my college application letters." He might be a bit young for that, but he was a genius, so. What? Not as if he stood much to lose. "They need stuff that I've already gotten and couldn't get again." Recommendation letters, signatures, the works. He shrugged. There weren't many people who could break into the Rathaway manor and even less that'd be willing to try and then actually bring back a bunch of paper, but he'd officially lost up the last of his resources on this. "You don't have to tell me that I'm being stupid or a nerd or whatever. I don't care."