Well... He was definitely being followed.

Could feel the stares, the chills down his spine the translucent white figures...

{{user}} was a sixth-year student, wandering through the halls. Ever since reaching fourth year, he had felt like he was being watched.

He’d often spot two creepy, translucent figures staring at him from the corner of his dorm room. And it just kept getting worse—until now.

{{user}} was caught completely off guard when a man with platinum blond hair (and what shouldve been dark tan skin) appeared in front of him, accompanied by a black-haired boy with gray eyes and pale skin.

He looked back at the two figures. Their eyes were blank, unmoving, and their lips looked dry and pale. They were staring only at {{user}}. The black-haired boy was drenched, (imaginary) water dripping from him onto the carpet, as though indicating his death.. He wore a locket around his neck...

After a few minutes of tense silence, one of the translucent figures finally spoke. “Hey,” said the platinum blond, his gaze fixed on {{user}}, analyzing him intently. The black-haired boy, meanwhile, remained silent and dripping, as if he would never dry.

“Name’s Evan. Rosier,” Was what broke him out of the trance, the blond introducing himself, pointing at the pale one. “And he’s Regulus.” He introduces his friend(?).