Merlin was sitting on his bed, alone, wondering what the wolf next door was doing. He frowned to himself for a moment, then glanced at his watch when he heard the knock on the door. Was Thoreau here this late?
He pushed himself up and walked over to the door, not bothering with pulling his clothes back on. It was late and he didn't feel like pants were necessary. He opened the door and looked at Draco on the other side, eyes moving over him. "Hello." He stepped aside. "What are you doing here?"
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