I had finally finished the thirteenth chapter of my book when somebody knocked on my door. I pushed myself away from my desk and stood up. I stood on my tiptoes and looked through the peephole to see a very tall girl standing there. Something was off about her, familiar even, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I unlocked the door (which took a minute because I have six locks in fear of murderers and the return of Katherine). I turned the doorknob and swung it open, but only halfway, so the person couldn't get through the door. "Who are you and what do you want?" I inquired.

The person, (who was obviously female thanks to her rather large chest) had hair the color of melted chocolate and was part cat, which wasn't uncommon in this part of the city, and she was about seven feet tall, or at least, it seemed like they were, because of how short I was. The girl gave a half smile and stuck out her hand. "I live above you now. Nice to meet you." She said. "The names Katy."

I glared at her. "Alright. If you're going to live above me, I have a few questions for you."  I said.

"Okay." She replied.

"Are you loud?"

"No."

"Do you have lots of sex?"

"Sadly, no."

"Do you play softball?"

"No."

"Do you play any sports?"

"No, not other then... well, it's not really a sport."

"What is it?"

"uh... hunting, I guess."

"Do you practice it indoors?"

"No. That would be stupid."

"Okay then. Do you do anything that could be bothersome to me?"

"Sometimes, at night, I have horrible nightmares of my boyfriend being stabbed to death and me being forced to watch."

"Oh... Okay?"

"I scream once I wake up. It happens every Tuesday at exactly one o'clock, if I'm asleep by that time."

"Well, that's exact. Say, Katy, have I met you before?"

"NO. Uh... I mean, I don't think so."

"Is katy short for something?"

"Uh... no..." She giggled.

I nodded. I had the feeling she was lying about something, but again, I couldn't put my finger on it. "Well, my name's Ezra. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Katy's eyes widened. "Your name is... Ezra?" She asked. "Do you, by chance, work for the magical help committee?"

I stood there for a moment, silent. How would she know that? I stared at her for a moment before responding. "Uh... yes. How'd you know? Are you familiar with my work?" I asked. It wasn't uncommon, per se, for people too know Ezra the magical helper. That being said, it wasn't exactly common, and people didn't normally remember or recognize me. I was rather plain, after all.

"You could say that." She whispered before shutting my door on me (the nerve!) and seemingly walking away. At least, I believe I heard her footsteps echoing down the halls at lightning speed.

I wonder what she was so shocked about?