nothing in the world could subtract from the sheer beauty of greece. for years it had been one of your greatest desires to visit the exquisite location. conveniently, it turned out that majority of your friends shared this desire.

jaimes perrow and his wife, lilith (lily, for short), had gathered everyone and took charge of arranging the entire plan. they’d reserved tickets and restaurant tables, assorted an entire leaflet of the scheduled activities. they had also booked the hotels.

which meant they were to blame for your current predicament. not only had they been deceived by an allegedly five star hotel (which turned out to be one star), he had registered the incorrect number of rooms. perhaps it was unintentional, or perhaps he was attempting to lower the price of return tickets by having one less person return from the holiday, but he’d assigned you and silas into the same room. with a singular bed.

now for the fun part . . . you and silas abhorred each other.

the most polite you’d ever been to one another was when you’d unintentionally enchanted each others mouthes shut at the same time in the ice cream aisle in asda.

you’d tried to be civil on many occasions when you’d first became acquainted, but he was so unbelievably pompous. it was laughable, if he weren’t so galling.

so far, neither of you had uttered a word to the other. complete silence. but quietude was not silas’ area of expertise; his mouth was one of his ‘greatest assets.’

he shot you a glower from where he was sat, cross legged, on the floor. “i’m sleeping on the bed,” silas declared gravely, as though speaking to you was arduous.

you were certain he would’ve transfigured another object into a separate bed, but for the sake of your safety, lily had confiscated his wand.

“unless you want to share,” silas suggested impudently, though he harboured no desire to actually follow through with this.