Ellis is sad that Cory isn't on the team anymore. Who will be the vanilla typhoon to his chocolate cyclone now? The white hexagon to his black pentagon? The ivory to his ebony? The John Dorian to his Turkelton? 

Hope it's not too presumptuous, but I've decided Ellis and Warner and friends, simpatico, bros if you will. They seem like they would have known each other and gotten along before this whole occult debacle.

Also Ellis wants to start a band. Who wants to turn their supernatural talents to making music history? Max? Eh? Play a twelve-string base with telekinesis? 

Mary? Maybe you'll find out your super power is the ability to summon and play a magical drum set.

Jackson looks like he's got plenty of angst he could work out writing lyrics.

August could do sound tech, or play the ukulele, or just be a groupie, whatever, creative freedom, man.

Raven could...I don't know...enhance Jackson's mopier songs by making the audience feel the pain he instills in his lyrics.

These are the ideas people, throw me a bone.