"Who are you?"
I squeaked, and turned to see a man come into the apartment. His eyes glinted dangerously.
I thrust the note out to him. "I-I'm a friend of Harry's," I managed.
He took the note and read it, and all of a sudden he relaxed. I hadn't even noticed how he'd held himself, but now that I had I realized he probably could have killed me in less than a second, and had most likely been preparing to do just that.
Harry had forgotten to mention his roommate was utterly terrifying.
Great.
Just great.
This would be fun.