The Black Cat and Lydia
Binx blinked up at her, green eyes wide. “Dating a ghost? I do have that correct, don’t I? Courting? But…” He stopped himself abruptly and looked down. “Sorry, I suppose it’s none of my business, is it?”
A bit more calmly, he answered her questions regarding food after a pause. “Just water is more than fine, and fish would be lovely, thank you. They’re harder to catch than mice.”
“Yes, dating, courting if you want to call it that,” She said with a half amused, half lovestruck look. “No, it’s alright. What were you saying?” She asked when he stopped.
She nodded and put some water in a bowl and placed it on the floor before heating some fish up in the microwave. “What time period are you from?” She asked with curiosity after he had drunk some.
“Er…just that it seems a bit…difficult,” he explained awkwardly, still looking down. Then again, perhaps he was not one to talk, with his penchant for spending too much of his time in the graveyard with his loved ones. He gratefully took a drink as an excuse to be quiet for a moment.
“Twas the year 1693 when I was last human, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answered.
"It is, mostly with all the rules for the dead," She said thoughtfully. 1693? "Where did you say you were from?" She asked. Lydia remembered reading about the Salem Witch trials as a girl and had become fascinated with the story.
