The bathroom door had been a source of contention for the past few days. One never knew if the other was in it as it had remained stubbornly closed despite any matter of attempts they had made to open it. Asha, who was slowly learning to apparate (after being stuck in fog covered Hogsmeade by his lack of magical skill Asha had convinced a co-worker to help him and had begun to take classes) was wary of attempting such a feat into the bathroom. The worry of splicing on his mind. He’d rather taken to haunting the pub and the offices of the Daily Prophet rather than remain in the flat with the daunting prospect of having to apparate to use the loo.

It was therefore rather a surprise when he returned home from the offices for a meal to hear a bang from the bathroom door. Asha turned with a startled look and found Darrow wedged into the small space, the door now barring his way out instead of in, pants halfway up. But what made Asha laugh was the look on Darrow’s face of pure shock. The rumbling laughs were not because of Darrow’s ill fortune, it simply was that they could no longer ignore what was happening around the flat.

“Q-quite right.” Asha tried to compose himself, chuckles still echoing through his words. “[b]Wouldn’t be quite right to have an obituary that includes ‘killed by malicious flat’.” Asha had rather hoped that the oddities the flat had developed would die out, now it was more likely that they were here to stay. Shame, didn’t seem he could have uneventful month. Maybe when spring came around.