(ask-silly-solly) Spy harshly knocked on Merasmus' door at around noon. They had recently heard from Sam that his roommate was a wizard and had gone to investigate.
Merasmus couldn’t say why he’d had so many visitors of late. At least they had been people he had known- this one, however, was a complete stranger. He narrowed his eyes and did little to hide his scowl after opening the door. “May I help you?” He asked, in a tone that practically begged his caller to decline.
















