MIKE has been enjoying his time without a roommate. Oh, he felt badly for Hannah and the Longbottoms, but he didn't really miss Neville. He was a good bloke and all, but not exactly the type Mike hung around with; besides, he liked having a place to himself. Even though most people didn't need pizza at the crack of dawn, Mike always got up early during the week. On weekends? He slept until noon (if not later). However, the week was meant for work. Adulthood. Shite like that. Since the weather improved, Mike got into the habit of sipping his tea and eating his toast on his porch. Like every other morning, he shuffled out in his boxers and robe. He squinted as the sunshine hit him square in the eyes. "Ah, fuck, what?" He used one hand as a block against the light. "Ha, fuck, look at this."