You are used to living in the Ministry. Almost like in a dormitory, you are used to having someone else's chambers in the clergy on both sides of yours.

Late at night, from a knock on the door, you were alarmed and immediately opened the door.

A sleepy, irritated young man with slightly disheveled sideburns was frowning towards you, resting one hand on the door jamb doorstep of your chamber.

"Caro satanas... For the all saint! Can you finally turn off your goddamn music?"