The brother's room kind of looked like the kind of room I had imagined myself having. Messy, but smells nice, like vanilla, with aggressive posters all over the walls. Witch bands. Some of my favourites. 

Brother: Ok, have you tried talking to the demon?

Scowl Face: this was your plan? For your information, jerk-face, we have already used a Ouija board, with no results.

Brother: no, not like that! by actually talking to him! Demons like to be treated like people too!

Pinky: I think that sounds reasonable. How do we talk to it?

Brother: well, first, not it, him.

Scowl Face: how do you know it’s a him anyways?

Brother: His face lit up when he saw my "Cauldron Cakes" poster. Only boys like that band.

Scowl Face: I like that band

Brother: Sorry, boys and Lesbians.

Scowl Face: Shut up!

Pinky: maybe it’s a lesbian.

Brother: you know what, maybe we should just ask. Hello, friend. What is your business here?

This guy seemed nice. "To create havoc, of course. It is my one true purpose.

Pinky: But are you a boy or a girl.

"A Boy."

Brother: you owe me 10

Pinky: shush. How can we help you go back to your home?

I didn't respond to that. Why should I tell them that I have no home?