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Leon stared at the blank word document for the twentieth time that hour. English coursework paled in comparison to the new world of witches and demons that had been revealed to him, and with the bringer of the apocalypse sleeping down the hall, it really put the whole thing into perspective. Lifting his hands to the key board he began to type, before once again, pressing the backspace.
"This is fucking stupid! What is the point?" he muttered bitterly as he tried to reach for the cup of coffee which was just out of reach. When trying a second time he heardsomeone move behind him.
"Thelma, I told you not to sneak in my room. I don't care if you're with that girl of yours, get out"
"Is that how you greet old friends?" The voice had Leon leaping out of the chair and reaching rapidly for the door.
"You're….YOU'RE DEAD!"
"Kind of you to notice, but as you've be been hanging around with other worldly beings, I didn't think it would bother you." At that a small smile crept onto the visitors features. "Ah, I wouldn't leave the room if I were you, we need a chat. You owe me that at least."
Gulping down deep breaths, Leon composed himself, but while still staying as close to the door as possible. "Yes…yes I suppose you're right. So, what do you want with me Max?"
Ok, so this was just something I came up with on the spur of the moment. If anyone reviews I'll continue. Let me know what you think positive or negative (but constructive)!