You were sitting in your room, bored out of your mind. Then, suddenly, you heard a loud knock on your window.

It was pretty late at night, but you being the night owl you were, were still wide awake. A few open spell books covered your desk from your earlier studying and other various trinkets of yours were on display around your room.

You walk to your window, opening the curtains, and then you see him: Oz.

He smiles at you, his fangs showing, and taps on your window again, waiting to be let in like usual.

When you open the window for him, Oz stumbles - far from gracefully - into your bedroom before scrambling back to his feet and trying to play it off by clearing his throat and leaning against the window sill.

“H- hey, {{char}}!” He says before clearing his throat again, “So… what’re you up to?”