how do you feel about...
@oliverthemockingbird
“How do you feel about a road trip?” Bisi asked, tossing the door open with a swift motion.
A small boy of mousy grey hair almost fell off his desk chair. “Sorry?” he asked.
Bisi blinked, finding the room otherwise perfectly empty, and looked at him. “You’re not Oliver,” he noted.
The boy frowned. “That’s my roommate. Why-, What do you want from him?”
But Bisi had no time to reply, from behind the corner of the room, the sleepy figure of a very tall yet not lanky boy with fire red hair appeared. Bisi immediately recognised him and his face lit up. “Percy!” he beamed, pointing at the boy.
For a moment it was silent in the room, then the boy with the mousy grey hair burst into laughter.
“Wow,” Percy Weasley whispered.
“Now that explains so much,” Bisi laughed and made his way into the room. Just as fast as his delight over finally learning who Boris was had come, it was gone again. He peeked into the corners, checked the floor and shelves for dust, gave the heater a glance to see if it was properly turned on. It was getting very cold very fast in Maryland these days.
“Can I ask you what you want?”
“You can certainly try,” he replied, distracted by his search.
“Sorry?”
“No worries.”
Bisi placed a hand over every laptop he found, checking the heat to see if it was turned on or had been turned on recently.
“What-,”
“Don’t you have something better to do than to watch me?” he asked, over his shoulder, interrupting the first boy’s question. “You’re quite nosy, don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?!” Percy repeated, and once again he received nothing but a shallow, bored smile from Bisi. “Will you tell us what you’re doing here?”
“I don’t know. Will I?” He found the pizza boxes from the bacon versus pineapple pizza he had sent them, and concluding from under which desk they lay, this had to be Oliver’s. He sat down and opened a few drawers.
“Um, hello?” Percy’s voice was growing more irritated, but he seemed to have finally understood how Bisi answered questions. “What are you looking for?”
“Oliver.”
But somehow the answer didn’t satisfy Percy. He crossed his arms over his chest. It looked protective, more than anything. “And who are you?”
"Not Oliver.”
“I can see that.”
“Can you?” Bisi smirked, briefly glancing over his shoulder in something that was curiosity and mischief again, before losing it just as suddenly again and snapping the near-empty drawers close.
“Well. E-, Either way.” Percy cleared his throat. Somehow this reaction had taken him aback. “You won’t find him under the bed...”
Bisi straightened back up, having indeed checked underneath the bed for further disorder, like forgotten food or books that needed to be returned to the library. “You can never be thorough enough with that boy. Hey, how about you clean all this shit up once in a while? I mean I get that you’re some real men on your first adventure in the wild, but a little bit of hygiene wouldn’t hurt you.”
Behind him, the mousy grey haired boy laughed.
Percy seemed less amused. Unfortunately, it made him sound like he was sulking more than anything. “We have a cleaning plan.”
“And I’m sure sticking to it is very hard.”
“Can you leave now, please?” Percy tried again. “He’ll call you when he’s back.”
“But I don’t want to be called.” His voice was cold. Rising to his feet again, finally, he turned to look at the roommate, gaze unwavering and at the same time too intense and incredibly glossed, as though bored. “Why, Percy?” he asked.
“I-,” Percy seemed to shrink under it.
Bisi was certain he was way taller than him, but he felt half his size, then. “Why do you want me to leave so badly? Am I interrupting something?”
“You-, I mean. Yes? This is our ... dorm. You’re not-, you’re not supposed to be here. Are you?”
The tiny addition at the end had Bisi’s lips curl into a cold smirk. “Am I?”
In that moment, the door opened.