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[showmeanguish]

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.

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[seeked]

This was getting weirder and weirder, and that sense of foreboding wasn't going away at all. He kept his wand close to him as he carefully stepped into the room. He didn't go further than the entryway of the door as he allowed his eyes to sweep the area in front of him, landing on the bed.

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.

[showmeanguish]

Except there is someone, stepping out of a portal that opens behind him, with a faint sound. From it's murky surface, a figure steps out before it closes back, in an instant.

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?"

[seeked]

His wand's still up his sleeve but he's prepared to attack just in case, and as the portal opens and a boy appears from it he immediately becomes guarded. He doesn't say anything for a minute, just blinking at the new person half in surprise and half in disbelief. Is this considered normal? Not really, but what in Harry's life is at this point?

"If I'm hearing things, suppose that means I'm seeing things as well."

[showmeanguish]

"Hnh. I'm real, actually."

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'."

[seeked]

He bites back the retort about how supposedly all of them are real (as if they weren't in the first place), but he stops. Roommates. Right.

His roommate could make portals and very possibly didn't have a head.

Fantastic.

"Where exactly have you been?"

[showmeanguish]

"Around."

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."

[seeked]

"I wouldn't have had to break and enter if I knew you were actually here." It was entirely justifiable in Harry's humble opinion. If the noises and the signs of someone else being in his flat weren't so prevalent, he wouldn't have had to go snooping.