- WHO YOU GONNA CALL?* — w. dotty
ooooh, this is exciting! a real, romantic adventure! dotty had, quite frankly, been overjoyed at daisy’s mention of having a crush on the president. not as in, the actual president — merlin, that would be gross! he’s too old! — but the ghost. who she has unfortunately never met, but from what she’s heard about him, he’s not the worst looking fella out there! also, did she mention how romantic this is? come on, imagine it — a human, and a ghost, star-crossed lovers, forbidden romance, and all that. it’s almost like it’s out of a book! of course dotty wants to help with that.
“i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life! come on, it’ll be cute. i’m sure your romance will inspire hundreds of novels about forbidden love succeeding…” there’s a dreamy expression on her face as her words trail off. maybe she could even try her hand at writing one? hm… no, that would be crazy — she’s hardly a good enough writer to give their love story the adaptation it deserves!
as daisy’s worries continue, dotty scrunches her nose at the younger, still intend on dragging her along. “stop worrying so much! he’s not busy, why would he be? he’s a ghost. all he does is haunt this place. and if anyone’s crazy, it’s him! didn’t he drown after playing a game of gobstones or something? or was it during? either way, he’s not exactly sane. so it’ll be fine! let’s just get to looking.”
maybe dotty was the wrong person for daisy to tell about her little crush on the president. unlike the young woman herself, the older always seemed on the edge of a wild romance, always jump into the arms of the next dashing young man that caught her eyes. while daisy herself took her time, her steps calculated even with something as simple a crush, every move she took was planned to perfection.
even with something as silly as a crush on a ghost. ( was it even a crush, daisy wasn’t sure maybe a passing fancy ). “ inspire romance novels?” daisy groans, she can already imagine it, whispers how katherie choi’s daughter was silly enough to fall for a ghost, how dreadful. could ghosts even feel love anymore? were they not just lingering fragments of a person’s soul left in the living world? she’d have to ask bonnie, she’ll probably know more than daisy did. “ i don’t think it’d be that interesting, it’s not like anything’s going to come from this!”
placing a hand on her forehead, daisy could already tell this was going to be a long night. “ alright alright,” she mutters, resigning herself to dotty’s plans, it was halloween, what other night would she have an excuse of ghost hunting ( ghost flirting?) “ he always seemed preoccupied while in the library, perhaps he’s busy with ghost business?” daisy’s steps are hurried, as she peaks into the rather empty library, her eyes gazing to see if the coast was clear. “ shh, i’m sure it’s a rather embarrassing story for him!”