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thoughtformed2013-06-24 06:04 pm
showmeanguish) wrote in thoughtformed2013-06-24 06:04 pm
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Who: Vanitas and Harry Potter.
What: Roommies :').
When: 6/23
Where: East 403.
Warnings: None!
At first it was small things that changed around the apartment. Things occasionally getting misplaced, seeming to move on their own from day to day.
The door to the other bedroom was always open and empty, with no evidence that it was being used. Not even any rumpled sheets, or dents in the pillow, or footprints on the carpet. And it stayed that way for several days.
Even after the mysterious food wrappers started showing up in the trash. Always only one or two, and always crumpled to a small size to hopefully go unnoticed. Then, there was that mysterious damp towel that'd been left on the shower wrack one morning, seemingly out of nowhere. The shower itself had had a small bit of residual water in it's bottom, a tell-tale sign that it'd been on an hour or so, previous.
But today... today the door to the second bedroom was shut, and locked. There was no sound from behind it, but that in of itself was, well, strange if not ominous.
What: Roommies :').
When: 6/23
Where: East 403.
Warnings: None!
At first it was small things that changed around the apartment. Things occasionally getting misplaced, seeming to move on their own from day to day.
The door to the other bedroom was always open and empty, with no evidence that it was being used. Not even any rumpled sheets, or dents in the pillow, or footprints on the carpet. And it stayed that way for several days.
Even after the mysterious food wrappers started showing up in the trash. Always only one or two, and always crumpled to a small size to hopefully go unnoticed. Then, there was that mysterious damp towel that'd been left on the shower wrack one morning, seemingly out of nowhere. The shower itself had had a small bit of residual water in it's bottom, a tell-tale sign that it'd been on an hour or so, previous.
But today... today the door to the second bedroom was shut, and locked. There was no sound from behind it, but that in of itself was, well, strange if not ominous.
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He had been on New Moore for a few days now and he still wasn't any closer to answering questions than he had been when he first arrived. When he had originally stumbled upon his new flat, he was almost under the impression that he was, in fact, very much alone.
But then the little tiny hints started showing up. He could have easily blamed it on himself for not quite remembering the specific food wrappers he found in the trash, and he could have possibly blamed himself for the sudden addition of the towel, but he definitely, definitely couldn't blame himself for the water in the shower when he had just woken up.
Harry Potter was perplexed. Either his roommate was a ghost, a hermit, or he himself was going absolutely mental. Though the third could have been an option, it wasn't an option he wanted.
Harry had been on his way out of the apartment to get another glimpse of what New Moore had to offer when he noticed that the door to the second room had been shut sometime when he wasn't looking. He paused in his steps, lifting an eyebrow as he approached the door. He tried for the handle, finding it to be locked when he turned it ever-so-slightly. He knew his wand was kept in his back pocket and that he could have easily just used a spell to unlock the door, but he was too busy trying to determine what he would find behind the door.
In the end...well, he decided to go the polite route and actually knock on the door.
"...hello? Anyone in there?"
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But after that, there's silence. No effort is made to open the door, almost as if whoever's in there is pretending that the voice on the other side hadn't said anything, at all.
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He waited for another few moments in silence, simply staring at the bedroom door. This was getting ridiculous. It was obvious there was something (or someone) in the room, and he was going to find out if it killed him. He stood for a bit longer before making the decision to pull his wand out of his pocket and point it at the look.
"Alohomora." He spoke clearly, keeping his wand level. He wasn't sure if the door would unlock for him, but he was preparing himself for whatever was going to come next if the door swung open.
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The door unlocks and swings open, door hitting the stopper with a loud 'whack', only to reveal an empty room. Though for once, the bed's top comforter is pulled back and the sheets are disturbed.
Or so it seems, from Harry's vantage point. From the doorway, it's impossible to see the other side of the wall the doorway rests on.
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He can't imagine someone would go to the trouble of hiding under the bed, but...where else? Out a window, maybe? But that still didn't make sense.
"...all right. Who's here?" he asks to no one in particular.
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The helmeted boy is shorter than Harry, but none-the-less imposing in his spiderman-knockoff suit. He appears to be unarmed, unless you count the apparent muscles beneath the leathery fabric.
"Looks empty to me. Sure you're not hearing things?"
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"If I'm hearing things, suppose that means I'm seeing things as well."
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He doesn't move, other than to give small motion with his hand, voice sudenly a bit more amused. "Seems we're what they call 'roomies'."
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His roommate could make portals and very possibly didn't have a head.
Fantastic.
"Where exactly have you been?"
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It's not an answer because he's a dodgy question dodger. And not even more suspicious, now.
"Avoiding crossing paths, until you decided to break and enter."
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