Darren sighed in aggravation when the door didn't open. What the fuck was this? Had she gone completely mad? The relationship was going well, great compared to his history, and now she was refusing to open the door for him. He was at loss - utterly annoyed even. Women, just, didn't do this to him!
"Devon!" he tried pounding on the door once more and received no reply other than things being thrown about inside. Darren's eyes rolled up as he tried the handle and found it locked. He stepped back and fished through pockets for his wand. Pulling it out he flicked it and grumbled "Alohomora" which was followed by a click from the lock.
Shoving his wand back into a pocket, Darren let himself into the flat. Glancing around he raised a brow at the books strewn across the floor of the otherwise spotless sitting room as he shut the door behind him. Devon wasn't in sight but he could hear more shit--cans?--hitting the floor in the kitchen.
This was barking mad!
Darren leaned on the kitchen door frame and watched her for several seconds as she furiously worked to empty cabinets of their contents. "Making a mess to clean, love?" he asked when she didn't turn around.
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