I just opened the door when I felt it; someone else was already in the room. I couldn’t see anything but I could sense the magic oozing out of the person’s body and, believe me, it was something powerful. I looked around until I spotted the silhouette perched calmly on my windowsill.
Careful not to make a sound, I ran my hand across the wall until it rested on a picture frame. As gentle as I could, I unhooked it from the wall and threw it right at the silhouette; at the same time switching the lights on only to see the frame stop inches from Oliver’s head- seriously, why has that dude got to be so goddamned creepy?
“Why can’t you ever wait for me to come in first instead of sneaking into my room like some creepy stalker?” I asked, catching the picture frame as he tossed it back to me and
