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It was a somehow quite day at the building, no one really knew why, which stood at the corner of, well... no one really knows where it is in fact its a miracle that they could even find it but when they did find it they are always some strange character from a semi forgotten story or movie at least the ones who live there the some others who came to visit were famous.

Which is why it is with some amazement and somewhat intreats when two brand new people decided to move in.

"I heard they came from a very famous story that just came out!" Sarah said, looking down from her window.

"Really? what are they doing here?" Christian asked, coming to join her at her window.

"As long as they don't break any rules I'm fine with them," Javert sighed from the door way beside James'.

"Ah, Javert," he started before shaking his head.

"What?"

"Never-mind..."

"They kinda look like brothers, they both have white hair..."

"Lets go visit them later," Sarah said.

Everyone in the room agreed.

"Come on Night-light, its just a few more stairs!" Jack called carrying a good number boxes towards the elevator.

Night-light didn't answer as he clambered up the stairs the moon-beam was currently laying on top of the box at the top making no attempt to help either of them.

Somehow they managed to make it to their apartment hampered only by a strangely dressed... man? was it a man they did not know, who had attempted to... well they hadn't stayed longer to find out. Right now he was currently on display on the second story hall-way obviously frozen. And then that had been some scary oversized fat lawn-gnome thing that Jack was sure had to have been made by Pitch who had slapped in on his backside without saying anything all most making his loose his hold on the boxes.

Night-light gave him a look after they were done putting the boxes.

"Look Night-light its his own fault!"Jack said, holding his hands up defensively.

Night-light shook his head bright eyes flashing against skin all most as pale as Jack's own and pouted to his unpacked boxes that were scattered about in his room.

"I'll just do them tomorrow..."

Night-light just sighed shaking his head and looked around.

"Nice," he said quietly. he normally didn't talk much and he mostly communicated by gestures and hand signs but when he did it was always short very quiet.

A few hours later there was a knock at the door.

After glaring at Night-light for a good minute the light boy sighed and went to open the door

"Hello!" said a peppy blonde french looking but somehow british speaking girl standing in in the door-way.

Next to her there was a girl with long dark hair a tannish face and green eyes, Next to her there was a stuffy looking man with sideburns and a stern air about him, Jack already didn't like him. behind him stood a man with long blonde hair tied in a pony-tail not as stuffy looking as the first but still it was enough for Jack, and finally a man with sleek black hair with half of his face hidden looking at Jack through a one narrow eye.

They were all carrying parcels.

"May we come in and introduce ourselves?" the blonde haired girl asked. Night-light just stepped aside.

"Err..."

"He doesn't talk much," called Jack from the coach. "Just come in!"

"It's good to have a few more people here!" the blonde one said introducing herself as Christian daae.

"This is Sarah," she said, pointing to the green eyed girl.

"Hi"

"Hello!"

Night-light nodded while the moon beam made itself scarce.

"Javert... Javert what is your last name?"

"Didn't get written one," the stuffy one said gruffly.

"Oh ah, okay then, this is James Norington!"

"Good evening," James said, presenting his hand the two of them to shake which they didn't.

"James?"

"Yes..."

"One of my old friends was named that," Jack said, smiling at the memory.

"And that's Eric the phantom of the opera..."

Eric just nodded darkly.

"So where are you guys from anyway?"

"Sorry I'm late!" cried a posh british voice from behind them suddenly and from the doorway emerged a man with wind blonde hair, two different sets of eyes, wearing too tight clothing adorned his gloves and pointed boots and a pointed ears stepped thought the door-way.

"I just passed by Frank! He's been frozen to the ground! What did I miss... oh..."

The two new comers in the new room stared at him suspiciously

"Oh guardians, huh?" Jareth said, looking at them with his arms crossed and yet a somehow worried look on his face.

"Night-light is that one of those faes that kidnaps young children?" Jack whispered, nudging Night-light while picking up his staff.

Night-light nodded picking up his own.

An hour later the building was hardly standing and Az and Crowly were besides them selves.

Well... at least Az was...

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