InsaneJournal

Merlin hovered around miserably outside the apartment building. He'd died. Something had happened at the party, he'd staggered out of the building, and when he woke up he was transparent. He hesitantly reached forward, making for the door knob, and instead his fingers stuck straight through it. He made a face and pushed his whole hand through the door. Didn't feel a thing, Merlin grumbled to himself. He floated backwards, then rushed forward, his eyes closed fearfully as he shot through the solid wall.

He might have enjoyed it a little more if he wasn't so miserable about being dead. So instead he wandered the halls, stopping briefly at Arthur's door. No, he couldn't -- Arthur had just learned he was going to be a  -  a father. ( He was beginning to like this world less and less. ) He moved through the walls and floors, and stopped at Severus' door. He moved to knock, before remembering himself, and groaning sadly. Eventually he just stuck his head in the door. "Severus? Are you in here?"

As odd as it probably seemed, he really liked Severus, despite his being cranky all the time. He seemed to be the right person to go to, right? Merlin admired him more then a little, and his world had ghosts -- and even if he couldn't help, he sounded like he needed some company lately.