Jin, along with the others, stood at the front door of Pearl Pierce's house. Tristan glanced at him. "What are you waiting for, Jin? Open the door …"
Jin shifted on his feet. "I don't know, man. Something feels horribly off." conscious worry to his tone.
The cold air felt more ominous than ever before. Jin had no idea what he was feeling. But whatever it was, he knew it was disturbingly amiss.
Dobby narrowed his eyes at him, and pressed his lips together in a tight line. "You cannot be serious," he pushed against Jin's shoulder, and clasped a hand to the door knob. He finally rotated the doorknob, followed by a sounding click.
The door creaked as Dobby deliberately pushed it opened. Then, he leaned against the door and beckoned a hand toward the entrance. "Ladies first," he jested, ushering them.