After being at Amityville for about two weeks now with no word from his lovely (and here he used the term quite loosely) cousin, Sparrow decided to go and pay Coralie Bahest a visit. She was the only relative with whom he had gotten along well with (sort of) other than his immediate family. Besides, it was only polite to go and find her and say hello; she was his cousin, after all.

Which is how, one early Frightday morning, Sparrow found himself wandering about the reaper dorms, looking at a tiny slip of paper with a slightly bemused expression. He had asked around a bit, and when the lovely LW had managed to remember where Coralie lived. The shewolf had seemed very fond of the other ghoul, which surprised him a little, but she had managed to at least provide him with a room number.

"Third floor, fourth room down..." Sparrow murmured to himself, glancing from the paper in his hand up to the rooms. After a bit of searching he managed to find the right room - 34C, and slipped the paper into his pocket, raising his fist to rap smartly on the door.

Silence. Sparrow blinked. "Cora?" he said, wondering if she could hear him through the door. The girl did like to listen to loud music and be generally rambunctious and free spirited, so it wasn't unusual for no one to answer when he knocked. Which meant that he would probably have to break every rule of gentleman-ship he had taught himself and just walk in. So, with a sigh, Sparrow carefully pushed open the (already unlocked) door and stepped carefully inside.

...into full view of someone sitting on Cora's floor, watching skelevision.

And this person was most definitely not his cousin. For one thing, Cora was a short, orange haired ghoul who liked to be spontaneous and slightly wild. For another thing, Cora was, in fact, a ghoul. This person...well, wasn't.

He stood there in the doorway, one gloved hand still on the doorknob.

"Er," Sparrow said, after a moment of blinking stupidly. "You're, er...not Cora."