Where: Dirk’s apartment Who: Open
With everything that had happened in the last few days, from the dark mark showing up above diagon alley, to the all out war that had spilled out into the streets of London, it had all been to much for Dirk. With no owl returning from Dorcas, Dirk took that as a sign to maybe skip town for a while... something he hadn’t done since he was a kid. Having been so focused on packing his bag and fighting the paranoid thought’s that had invaded his mind, Dirk hadn’t even heard the knock at the door, let alone the sound of the other letting themselves into his apartment. It wasn’t until he was making his way to the front door that he ran into the other, letting out a horribly aimed spell from the shock, the spell taking a chunk out of the plaster as it came into contact with the wall.
“Fucking fuck!” he screamed, doping his backpack before realizing they weren’t an enemy. “How did you-- why did you just let yourself in... you could of fucking knocked first!” he continued, sitting himself down on the small couch and trying to calm himself down.