DP Prompt: In a mix up of official documentation, Dani becomes the Ghost King instead of Danny
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Danny buries his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.
"Danny!" Dani half screams, voice pitching an entire octave higher.
He breaks into full laughter, bending over and clutching his sides.
Dani tries to move closer to shake him but is stopped by the giant cloak that's tangled with the table covered in documents.
Behind them the Observants dash madly about, papers scattered in the air, voices entwining into a cacophony of confused shouting.
"Sorry, sorry, this is just-" Danny braces himself on his knees looking up. The crown on her head falls into her face. He starts laughing again.
"Get me out of this!" she whines, shoving it out of her face.
"You're Eminence," someone says with the tone of regretting every decision that has led them to this point.
Danny chokes on air, cackling. His ability to float the only thing keeping him from being ridiculous on the floor.
Dani snaps her attention to the head eyeball, "what?"
"We need you to-"
"I'm not touching a single paper, you can't make me!" She declares, throwing the crown as far away from her as possible.
Before it hits the wall, it pops back onto her head, covering her face.
"Dannnnyyyyyy!!!!!"
"Your Eminence," another Observant tries in a more beseeching tone.
Another larger pile of papers is dropped onto the desk with a resounding thump.
Danny looks up at the noise before flipping onto his back with more laughter.
"This isn't funny!!" She screeches, lunging forward.
The cloak stops her from getting too far but the force of it jerks the table sending the piles of documents landsliding onto the floor.
The few Observants that have not been panicking launch into action to organize the documents.
The great doors to the office slam open as the head Observant enters with Clockwork at their side.
"What is the meaning of this?" They bellow, effectively freezing everyone but Danny and Dani. The latter throws the crown at their face, who dodges it easily.
Clockwork catches the crown, letting it float beside their own head.
Danny hiccups on his laughter turned to quiet snickering.
"You absolute shitstain!" she screams, "This is all your fault!!"
The head Observant studies the chaos before turning to Clockwork. "Dare I even say it?"
"I have no recollection of what you are referring to," Clockwork responds, gliding forward to place the crown onto Dani's head.
"I don't want it," she huffs, crossing her arms.
"Daniel," they say, turning to the boy.
"Hi Grandfather," he says, giggling his way into an embrace.
"This is of utmost importance," they say with a stern face.
Danny looks up, with a nod, biting his bottom lip to stop the giggles.
"You must answer with complete sincerity."
"Ye-yeah hehe, I can do that," he pulls away, trying and failing to school his expression.
"Did you or did you not put your name into the goblet of fire?"
Danny and Dani blink.
"Pfff-" he snorts into new laughter as Dani smiles for the first time since she was introduced to the paperwork.
"Clockwork!" The head Observant reprimands.
"Yes, Grumbelbore?" Clockwork turns.
The single eye twitches making the whole head twitch.
"That's not my name," they hiss. They move closer to jab a finger into the glass on Clockwork's chest. “Need I remind you that you were brought here to fix this mess!”
“Ah,” Clockwork smiles, placing a hand on the other’s hand to push it away from themself. “And may I remind you that this is a mess of your own results.”
“How dare-” they bristle, aura flaring in anger.
Clockwork shifts to that of their toddler form, raising a hand and pulling several papers from the various piles. They drift lazily to form a line between the two ghosts.
“An error,” Clockwork states, turning to face the children, “That was not corrected despite my many warnings.”
“You never-”
Three of the documents flit into the Observant’s face.
“My warnings, dated and accounted for,” they state, placing a gentle hand on Dani’s head.
“These were dated last century,” they snap, snatching the papers out of the air.
“Not my fault you did not read them,” Clockwork shrugs.
“Your warnings,” they hiss, snapping one straight to read, “Are vague and useless. ‘The soul’s most sacred aspect is naught but the name in any form’.”
“It is not I who spelt young Daniel’s name wrong 42 times.”
