Arriving at the flat

It took fucking ages to get to London! Four hour car journey and then the bloody traffic! Manchester's practically a village in comparison! You were knackered after all the driving, and more so after registering at the reception desk, which took way longer than it should have, so neither you or your mum were the most cheerful of people when you arrived at your flat to move into your room.

As it turned out you weren't the first to arrive at the flat, once you'd opened the door you were noticed by a woman, presumably someone's mum, sat in the kitchen which sat directly opposite the front door. Ideal you thought; not going to be hard to know who is coming and going if you in the kitchen. She waved you both over.

"Hello! I'm Janet, you're Sasha aren't you?" probably the most posh voice you've heard since entering the south was Janet's, obviously her child had kept her well informed about the names of their flatmates.

"Hiya, yes that's me, this is my mother Sian" you aren't quite sure why you said mother, perhaps the south is already rubbing off on you. "Is yours the only one moved in so far?" Still unsure of who it might be.

"Hello Sian, pleasure to meet you. And no Catrin and I were first to arrive but a young man arrived not long before you, James I think his name was," Oh shit, you thought, another fucking James in my life, "he's offered to help Cat with her unpacking, so I'm just having a coffee, want one?"

"I'd love a cuppa" your mum said; the thinly veiled illusion of not being a northerner, snapped away like that. "How do you like the place?" She asked, trying to start conversation was never really an issue for your mum.

"I'm just going to go and meet the other two" You tell them, who are already well into a DMC, so you slip off into the hall. There are 4 rooms in the flat; you are in number 3, number 1 and 4 are closed, leaving number 2 which is wide open. You can hear light conversation coming from inside.