#whatbigsistersdo

it's not my blood. i swear. i found her this way.( no he didn't. dirty little liar. )

She opened the door to her flat, it was late morning and having just moved to Wales (unwillingly, she'd much rather have stayed in London but apparently it was 'good for her') she'd been out seeing if the nearest library was actually any good. Dumping her bag by the door as she closed it, she then turned round- "who the hell are you, and why the fuck are you doing in my flat." Her expression was steely but not angry, just very cool, and she spoke quickly with little tone at all.

           "Well, well, well--" More ghosts? Should be fun. "Who do we we have here?"

          "Scuse me, have you seen my friend?                       He's, uh----...tall. An arse.                   He has one and is one and a high collar, too."