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WHO: Harry Dresden, those who wish to welcome him home
LOCATION: Around the mansion grounds
When: Start of the new semester
WHAT: Harry took off right after the Zombie event and hasn't really talked to anyone since. Now he's returning with some new scars, souvenirs, emotional problems, and a beard of sorrow.
RATING: B for Beard, and T for Take a

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Room B04

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Having a room to himself (even if half of it obviously belonged to someone else) was something new and kinda awesome for Yuri. And he was taking full advantage of it. His bags were strewn around, some of them open and half empty, but for the most part still completely packed away. Their owner was flopped on his bed, heading hanging off the edge and hair pooled in a mess of black on the floor, a pair of headphones blaring something indistinct but very loud in his ears as he tried to read his Geography book. While upside down.

It wasn't going well.

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Sure Joshua had been kind of a strange guy, and there was something about the way he smiled that made someone want to introduce their fist to his face, but overall he'd been a pretty good roommate. He'd been neat, Mister had loved him, and he hadn't questioned Harry's strange habits. Sure he had women's clothing in his closet for no adequately explained reason, but everyone had their quirks. In his own way Harry missed the guy.

Especially when he opened his door to find his floor covered in bags and a strange girl hanging upside down on the other bed reading a book and listening to music that was so loud Harry could probably sing along to.

Wait, hold on, nope, this was a dude. Well then, that didn't change the fact that Harry briefly debated the pros and cons of homicide while Mister made a rather displeased sound in his crate, before deciding that he should probably know his roommate's name before he started planning his demise.

So, walking carefully, he came into the room and dropped his stuff on his bed.

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Yuri didn't hear Harry come in at first, still bobbing his head to the noise he called music. But soon enough he felt the other guys eyes on him, and looked up. His eyes widened a little, and he rolled over onto his stomach, then up into a sitting position. Soon the headphones were tugged down around his neck and he flicked his hair over his shoulder in a show of lazy ease.

"Huh, guess you're my new roommate?" He managed as a greeting, looking around as if he just noticed how much of a disaster he had made the room. Oops.

"...holy hell that's a big cat."

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Well, at least he seemed embarrassed by the state of things. Harry supposed he could give the other boy the benefit of the doubt and just assume he was just a normal teenager. After all, let he who had never reworn old socks cast the first stone.

"Well, that or I'm the world's least subtle burglar," Harry replied, turning to release his cat from his cage.

Pausing at Yuri's observation, Harry actually took a good look at Mister. Huh, he really had gotten bigger since Harry had found the little guy in the woods a few months back. Guess that was one more thing they had in common. "He's actually a very small puma."

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He turned his MP3 off (finally), leaving his bed to try and pick up some of the mess, at least tossing it back onto his side of the room. "If I got robbed that easily, I deserve to lose my stuff."

That said he crouched, offering a hand to the cat. He was more a dog person, but the cat could make his stay here a lot worse then the human. "If I knew we could have pets I woulda brought Repede... Name's Yuri." With how he said it, it was as much like he was introducing himself to Mister as he was Harry.

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"True. Besides, trying to rob someone who might be able to bend reality with their mind probably isn't the best idea anyway." Harry would have offered to help, but he doubted the other guy wanted him going through his stuff.

Mister gave the stranger's finger a discerning sniff, and quickly decided that while he was not as impressive as his human's last pack mate, he was at least deserving of a courtesy head rub and the privilege of scratching Mister behind the ears.

Looking a tad awkward, Harry scratched the back of his head and said, "Well, technically we're not, but I got unofficial dispensation on account of Mister here being found in the woods pretty badly hurt. It wasn't like anyone was going to adopt him, so I took him in."

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He looked over his shoulder, a shit-eating grin on his face and a finger poking his own temple. "Yep. That's my power alright. You're lucky you're not a puddle right now."

His other hand worked on scratching Mister's ears, and Yuri couldn't help a smile. "So I guess I pass, huh? You must be a lucky cat then, being an illegal roommate..." He stood finally, cracking his back. "Eh, probably for the best. Repede might get too big for one room."

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Harry almost laughed, then realized he couldn't actually be sure his roommate was joking with him. Some days he really hated his life.

"Looks like you do," Harry replied, mildly relieved. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if Yuri had protested Mister's presence. It looked like every once and a while, the universe decided to throw him a little bone after all.

Mister gave a gracious purr, arching into the head scratches with a distinctively feline look of enjoyment. If he had any opinions on the relative luckiness of his existence, he kept them to himself.