As Kyle and his new roommate approached their apartment building, the former noticed that there was no smoke in his window, and let out a sigh of relief. They entered the building, walked up a flight of stairs to the second floor, went to the end of the hallway, and faced the door to their left. Kyle fished his key out of his left pocket, inserted it into the lock in the doorknob, and turned it to the right. He slowly opened the door and led Retchy inside.
Retchy gazed at the Victorian-styled living room in awe. He'd never seen anything so fancy. He slowly walked to the center, right to where a red and gold sofa and table were, and looked at every corner, wall, and doorway in absolute amazement. There were stone dragon heads mounted on the green vintage wallpapered walls, mirrors with the zodiac signs on the golden frame, a glossy, glorious orb on a tall pedestal, and the most amazing thing of all was a massive painting of Kyle mounted on one of the wall.
"Wooooow, you have a beautiful home, Mr. Bloodworth-Thomason!" he looked at the apartment's owner with glossy eyes and a wide smile.
"And now, so do you. Oh, and call me Kyle, heh." Kyle grinned, retrieved his key, closed the door, walked over to the shelf below the painting, and put the key and umbrella down. He motioned for Retchy to take a seat on the couch. He went into his room and cleaned up the messy cauldron. When he returned and sat down next to the small boy, he began to tell him where everything in his new home was.
"The bathroom is right down that hallway there, see it? The kitchen is through the door right there on our left. My room is right next to the door we just went through to get in. Any questions?" Kyle looked down at the child with a delighted smile.
"Um, yes, just one..." Retchy said shyly. "Would I, by any chance, have a room?" He looked at his new guardian with a tinge of guilt for asking for so much.
Kyle thought about it for a second. He saw the door right next to his bedroom and remembered that it was an extra, empty room that went unused. He smiled, got up from the couch, and walked Retchy to his new room.
"Yes, I have the perfect room for you. It was too small for my taste, so I didn't use it, but I think it'd be perfect for a tiny thing such as yourself. It's a bit cold, but we can keep the door open to let some heat in."
He opened the door to the forgotten room. It was equipped with blue vintage wallpaper, a hard wooden floor and an electrical outlet on the left wall, but nothing else; no windows, no light, no furniture, nothing. Retchy tried not to look confused. Was he supposed to sleep on the floor? Little did he know that was about to change in a matter of seconds. Kyle took his wand out of his back pocket, waved in in the air of the empty room. He uttered a short spell and poof! The room was fully furnished with a big, fluffy bed with red covers, a black beanbag chair, a purple shaggy rug, a book shelf, a little dresser with a mirror attached, and a red floor lamp that was exactly the right height for Retchy to operate.
"Whoa! Was that a magic trick?" the young boy exclaimed. He couldn't believe his eyes. This person rescued him from an alley, took him to a fancy apartment, all the while being a wizard? Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason was the most incredible person Retchy had ever met by a long shot.
"Precisely. Oh, did I not tell you I was a wizard? Oops! Well, now you know." Kyle smirked. Suddenly, he heard his coo-coo clock chime nine times.
"Oh dear, it's getting awfully late! We should be going to bed. While I'm at it, would you like me to conjure you some pajamas?"