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This is Raven and her girlfriend Luna.

The next thing they notice is the intensely evil vibes they get from the back room. A wave of dread washes over them both as soon as they look at the door. 

When they were being shown the apartment, the landlord - who was a supremely suspicious old hippie psychic man - neglected to show them that room, so it could have anything in it. Luna and Raven talked about it afterwards, and Raven bet that it’s bursting with demons, while Luna (optimistically) guessed it just felt weird that one day. But no, today’s visit has proven this room is definitely intensely evil, and they now have the opportunity to find out why.

Raven gently nudges Luna in the ribs.

“I dare you to go first.”

“No??”

“I’ll give you a gold note.”

“No.”

“Two gold notes.”

“Raven!”

“Three?”

“You’re the one who’s friendly with ghosts, you go and check! I’ll be fine back here.”

Luna pulls over in front of a towering apartment building. The pair of them hop out the truck and stand on the pavement, tilting their necks up to look up at the ridiculously tall building. Like really. It shouldn’t be that big. There has to be some spaghetti spell fuckery going on to keep it standing like that, and Raven loves it. It’s like something from a book.

“Was it that tall last time we were here?” Raven asks. She knows it wasn’t. They must have magically added more floors or something. (Or, worse, she got shorter, which isn’t a fun thing to think about to be perfectly honest).

“Looks like they added more floors or something.” Luna says. Exactly! Great minds think alike, apparently.

Luna shrugs and clicks her tongue. “Well, these boxes aren’t going to move themselves.” She steps down from the pavement and goes round the back of the truck, and takes off some of the restrainy things. A moving van should be arriving soon, but there’s no harm in moving these boxes before they get here. 

Raven says, “I could enchant them so that they d-” 

“Raven no, we know how that went last time, I quite like my belongings unbroken and neatly packed as they are. We have arms, we can pick up boxes by ourselves.”

“Well. That wasn’t what I was expecting.”

The first thing they notice is the huge, canary yellow couch. From the very first visit, Raven loved that thing. It’s incredibly clean, despite smelling of rot, and nearly fluorescent yellow. And, to top it off, it’s haunted as fuck.

“Haunted couuch, ” Raven beams, dropping one of her many cardboard boxes on the floor and hurrying over to the couch. She sits in the left seat out of politeness, considering the right seat is very obviously taken up by a ghost.

“Raven, it would make my week if you got rid of that thing,” Luna sighs (letting out a puff of white air - it’s freezing in here), gently sets her box down next to Raven’s and folds her arms.

“It’s so nice though,” Raven strokes one of the arms. “I thought you love yellow.”

“I do, but not that shade of yellow, and not when it’s on a couch which smells like an actual corpse.”

Raven sniffs the chair somewhat discreetly, and frowns. “Please can we keep it? A ghost lives on it and we can’t just... I dunno. Rehome them. They were here first.”

Luna deliberates for a second or two, then sighs again.

“We can keep it for now, but I want it gone by the end of the month.”

“Yessss, thanks Luna, you’re the best werewolf girlfriend a mage could wish for.”

“Surely that’s going to collapse,” Luna says.

“Naah,” Raven shrugs, “If the enchantments are strong enough, it’ll hold.”

“That’s a pretty big ‘if’.”