Justin could barely feel anything, mostly his chair legs against the floor. He couldn't see, couldn't talk, and it was frustrating. None of his magic lessons had prepared him for this. He was trapped as chair unless someone came by and noticed his odd state.
Someone did stop by, and not by accident. John slipped open the door and looked around. Everything seems to have gone to plan, yet again. Justin's clothing lay on the floor, next to a nice wooden chair. John smiled, it was exactly the type of chair that he had instructed Mentor to obtain for him.
John picks up the brown leather book, and the chair. He quickly knocks a few things over, and then quietly exists the room. 'Yet another mysterious vanishing of a student from the dorm', John laughs to himself. As longs as he only took 1 or 2 over a semester nobody really seemed to notice with all of the odd occurances around the school and dorms.
Entering his room, John tosses the book onto his bed, and then walks over and puts Justin down next to a matching chair in front of his flat topped desk. "Justin meet, Sam. Sam, meet Justin. Oh, and the desk's name is Walter."
John looked around at his collection of former students, and then decides to take a quick nap on his first roomate, and favorite beanbag chair.