Henry stood before the door to his room a sense of pride filling him as he  held the slightly bent key to his room in one hand and his backpack in the other. He took a breath before exhaling as he placed the key into the lock and unlocked the door. He pushed the creaking door open and found a room that was the hue of yellow. He pushed his boxes in with one foot before closing the door behind him.

He deeply inahled the smell of old wood and what was possibly stale water before coughing. If he was skeptical about the age of the building there was no way he wasn't now. 

A knock at the door startled him and he tried to remember if he told any of high school friends where he was moving to instead of the dorms. That was when he remembered the one person who would know. 

He swung the door open and did very little to hide his disgust. "Hello Luna." 

A girl with bleach blonde hair and beach waves smiled wide at him as he leaned against the doorway. "Good afternoon, Henry." she said pushing past him to enter his house. 

He gave way and let her enter, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Quite quaint." she nodded with a wide smile. 

"Did my dad tell you?" he asked closing the door behind him.

"Tell me what?" she asked strolling toward the stove. 

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from the wide space that was his kitchen and living room.

She chuckled. "Of course not," she said looking into the stove. "He stopped letting me cling to you when I turned fifteen and you were ten."

"Of course he would, you have something of an obsession with me." 

She giggled giving him shivers as she closed the oven and went to the closest window. 

Luna was always a strange character. She was his childhood friend until his father forbade her to return when she turned fifteen. He blamed it on her clinginess but it was really because of one time when she had gone over. She had peered at his father that day with a look he could only describe as mischievous. She then smiled wide and told him he was like deadly nightshade, small but powerful. The comment left Henry confused but for his dad, he had become paranoid of Luna avoiding her at all cost. Now she came and went as she pleased her adoptive parents claiming she was just an active child who never grew out of her strange phases. To Henry she was just strange but mainly burdensome and overbearing.

"Hmm?" she said tapping her lip. 

Henry rolled his eyes. "What is it?"

She tapped her lip one more time before glancing to the ceiling. "There might be water damage here."