Who: Niki Urquhart and Dominic Harper. When: August 13th, 1998. Evening. Where: Dominic's place. What: Niki is feeling lonely and wants to see his friend. Rating: Low.
Niki had hidden his journal under the mattress of the bed he was currently sleeping on in Silas's place the night of his mother's death and he had forgotten all about it. Because of that, he had hardly spoken to anyone in days and days and days. Flora had come by to visit him once and Dominic had as well, but otherwise he'd been alone. Alone with his wand and with the various things he had been transfiguring and his drums.
It was a day, or an evening rather, and he wasn't sure which day it was. What day of the week it was or when the last time he'd actually spoken to anyone. Niki wasn't even sure if he'd been speaking to his wand, or if that had moved to a purely mental plane. It was difficult to tell.
He decided to go out. It was a whim, and the first time he would have been out of doors in nearly two weeks. He wanted to see someone though, a real person. Niki found some clothes, pulling them on - a black Metallica shirt and a pair of ripped up black jeans and boots. His hair was to his shoulders by this point, and he had various streaks of black on his face - around his eyes, at the corners of his lips and across his throat, like he'd slit his throat with kohl. Wand safely and securely in his pocket he headed out.
Dusk had settled, which was good, because Niki hated sunlight, now more than ever. Sunlight was cheerful and mocked him. He trudged along for a while, with no aim in mind, until he realized who he did want to see. Dominic. His friend understood him, as much as anyone did. He pulled out his wand, muttering to himself, and Apparated, landing right in Dominic's living room unannounced. Blinking, he looked around and then shuffled from the spot, going in search of his friend.