You must have caused quite the scene, the six of you tramping down the hallway like some crazy cult procession. Two of you were in black robes, and one (you noted as you dragged him by the arm) was still clutching a stuffed unicorn. Luckily, at this time in the evening there were few students in the halls… still, you managed to snag a few weird looks as you passed.

Reaching your room number, you swung the door open and stepped aside as everyone crowded in. For a moment, you wondered how you had managed to collect all these people. Alfred was obviously here for entertainment, Arthur was here because you had towed him, Kiku was trying to help, and Vladimir had probably tagged along not knowing what else to do…

You gave up the mental role call as Arthur began glancing around the room. Instantly you became acutely conscious of the fact that all these people were, in fact, inside your bedroom, and felt eternally grateful that you hadn't left clothes on the floor or your bed unmade or anything horrendous like that. You weren't at all a messy person, but, after all, you hadn't exactly been expecting company.

"Well, I don't see anything wrong with the place." Arthur surveyed the scene with his usual apathy.

Then he froze. "Hold on a moment…" He frowned, eyes scanning the ceiling.

At that, everyone else stopped and stared, waiting for a verdict. The entire room held its breath.

Arthur whirled around suddenly, glaring at everyone as if he had just realized he had an audience. "What are you all doing here? Go away." He began shooing everyone out of the room before you could react.

"Aww, come on…" Alfred began as he clung to the door frame.

"Out," Arthur demanded, his hand on the door knob. "And don't come back in until I've finished. No exceptions." He slammed the door in Alfred's face with an air of finality.

Apparently banished to the hallway, you leaned against the wall. Beside you was Vladimir, whom you noticed was still loyally holding the pile of books Arthur had dropped. He probably had no idea what to do with them, just as you hadn't the faintest idea what you were supposed to do with an unsupervised sorcerer running amuck in your dorm room.

"What's he doing in there?" Alfred had his ear glued to the door's wooden surface, trying to make sense of the muffled thuds and other weird noises.

"Solving the problem, hopefully." Sonia looked a bit out of it as the slid down the wall to a sitting position on the floor. Poor girl. She was probably tired and nervous and done with the whole haunting thing. You were beginning to feel that way as well, but there was still a lot of restless excitement built up inside you.

Alfred released his ear from the door, grinning evilly as he snatched the dark cloak Vladimir had taken off and threw it dramatically over his head and shoulders. He hunched his back and began waving a pencil madly around the air like a psychotic orchestra director. "Abracadabra!" You laughed at his false voice, dripping with drama and vibrato. He pointed the pencil at you, making ghost noises. "Be gone, demonic plague!" You clasped your hands around your throat, making exaggerated gagging noises as you fell theatrically to your knees. Sonia laughed.

At that same moment, an enormous crash sounded from the room behind, causing Alfred to drop his pencil. You could hear Arthur's voice through the door— what on earth was he shouting at?

"What the—"

"Technical difficulties?"

You stretched your hand towards the door handle. "I have to see what happening," you muttered aloud.

"He said not to go in," Kiku reminded.

"Oh, come on!" Alfred joined you at the door. "There's totally exciting stuff going down in there!"

Before anyone else could protest, you turned the handle and burst the door wide open.

You didn't know what you had been expecting to see, but it certainly hadn't been your bushy-eyebrowed friend halfway inside an air vent.

"Arthur?"

His cloak was lying in a heap on the floor, next to a chair that had been pulled up next to the wall. On top of the chair stood a torso on a pair of legs, but Arthur's head and shoulders were lost inside the rather large air duct. He had somehow managed to remove the grill from the vent, and now was making a ruckus. Reaching for something.

"ARTHUR?" You called again, your mind in desperate need of an explanation.

You heard something bang against the metal inside of the vent with a hollow sound, followed by even more cursing as a blonde head began to emerge. The wooden legs of the chair creaked dangerously.

"Careful—!" Your warning was a bit too late. You watched as Arthur swung around, tipped the chair off balance, and came tumbling over backwards with a crash. Cringing, you hurried towards the wreckage.

"DUDE, are you okay?" Alfred stepped through the doorway, looking like he was about to burst out laughing. The others peered over his shoulder.

"DAMMIT…" You heard Arthur's voice as he peeled himself off your floor. You picked up the fallen chair and set it upright as he struggled unsteadily to his feet, clutching his head. "I lost it! I almost caught it and then it got away!" He ranted on, paying you no attention.

"Caught what?" Sonia rushed over, eyeing the open air duct.

He turned towards her, dropping his hand from the top of his head. "Whatever it was that's been haunting you… That's for certain." He sniffed and brushed off his jacket.

"Do ghosts usually hide in ventilation shafts?" You peered up into the gaping hole above your head.

"Maybe it likes the fresh air!" Alfred cut in. Arthur gave him a glare.

"It could be using the air system as an easy way to travel throughout the building." At the sound of his voice, everyone turned to look at Kiku. "That could be how it keeps out of sight."

"The vents all lead up to the maintenance floor," Sonia joined in. "Or you could call it the attic, I suppose. Do you think…" Her attention shifted to Arthur, seeing if he would lend some wisdom. Arthur appeared to be lost in thought, until he suddenly spoke aloud.

"Something about this seems… strange. I can't lay a finger on it. I'm not sure if we're dealing with a normal ghost…"

There's such thing as a 'normal ghost'? You thought.

Arthur suddenly stood up straighter. "We'll have to look into this. I suggest that we take our chances and try to find whatever it is on the top floor."

"Does that mean—"

"WE'RE GOING GHOSTBUSTING! HECK YEAH!" Alfred interrupted again, standing on top of a chair with a fist in the air. Arthur muttered something about being disruptive while you took a moment to reflect on what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

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