A slim figure, shrouded in shadows, alighted on the windowsill, outlined in the darkness by the hints of light that could be seen through the curtains. Kneeling, the figure slipped its fingers under the window, through the slight gap letting little whisps of cool night air sneak into the room, and began to tug. The window had been oiled recently, or perhaps was simply maintained by the magical force that surrounded and infused the castle, so the window slid up as quiet as a dream and twice as sweetly. The glimmers of light escaping from a gap in the curtain lit up a grin on the face of the shadowy figure for just a moment.
The figure slipped lightly into the room behind the curtains and turned, sliding the window back down, closing it properly this time, as as quietly as he could. Turning once again, he swept aside the curtain with a dramatic flourish that was half habit, and let the light turn him from an outline into a Technicolour youth, from the trilby on his head to his green hightops. Jasper Kensington didn't know how to make an unimpressive entrance. Unless he was sneaking, of course, then he could be as quiet as a frog in a French restaurant! His usual cocky grin in place, he swaggered over to his roommate, who he had probably just scared the pants off - metaphorically speaking.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, leaning over Liam's shoulder to put their faces so close together that they were almost touching. Jasper and 'personal space bubble' didn't sit comfortably in a sentence, not without some kind of negative in the middle, like 'does not acknowledge the existance of', to act as a buffer zone. "Sitting here all by yourself, like it's a secret! Is it a secret? You can't keep secrets from me, I'm your roommate!" He grinned, firmly believing that as Liam's roommate (and friend, in his opinion at least) he was totally justified in prying into his business and distracting him from whatever he had been doing. What else were friends for, riiight?
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