Henry stands before the door a sense of pride filling him as he holds the slightly bent key to his room in one hand and his backpack in the other. He takes a breath then exhales as he places the key into the lock unlocking the door. He pushes the creaking door open and finds a room that is the hue of yellow as the sun sets. He pushes his boxes in with one foot before closing the door behind him.

He deeply inahles the smell of old wood and possibly stale water. If he was skeptical about the age of the building there was no way he was now. 

A knock at the door startles him and he tries to remember if he told any of his high school friends where he was moving to instead of the dorms. That was when he remembered the one person he did tell. 

He swings the door open and does very little to hide his disgust. "Hello Luna." 

A girl with bleach blonde hair and beach waves smiles wide at him as he leans against the doorway. "Good evening, Henry." She says pushing past him to enter his house. 

He gives way and lets her enter, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Quite quaint." She nods with a wide smile. 

"Did my parents make you?" He asks closing the door behind him.

"Make me what?" She asks strolling toward the stove. 

He crosses his arms and leans against the wall across from the wide space that is his kitchen and living room.

She realizes what he means then chuckles. "Oh no of course not," She says looking into the stove. "Your father stopped telling me to check up on you when you were ten."

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

She giggles giving him shivers as she closes the oven and goes to the closest window. "Your mother told me to check up on you."

Luna was always a strange character. She was Henry's childhood friend until his father forbade her to return to their house when she was fourteen. He blamed it on her clinginess but it was really because of an incident when she had bothered his father. That day she peered at him with a look he can only describe as mischievous. She then smiled wide and told him that 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. Although if his father wasn't near she still came and went as she pleased. Her parents claimed 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 still somewhat likeable enough to tolerate.

"Hmm?" She says tapping her lip. 

Henry rolls his eyes. "What is it?"

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