Haunted Mansion Witch

Hello there, my name is Edda and I am the Witch of Walpurgis, I make my home at the Haunted Mansion. Please feel free to ask me or my adoptive son Finster anything. Oh and Rose as well of course.

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh…yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just…inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very…helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

Drossy peered at the woman, then- an incredulous sort of stare, almost glaring at Rose with that response. Eventually, she’d reply, “No shit a corset won’t help, but- ..the dead can’t get sick anymore, right?” she croaked. “Unless, y’know, we died that way? Thought that was, uh.. one of.. the perks.” She looks mildly terrified at the thought. “..is it- is it possible to be contagious?” 

[themansionwitch]

The young woman looked as if her blue skin got paler as she was given a near glare. Averting her eyes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress’s top quietly. “Oh! Uh! No, not really.” She paused for a moment. “I mean you can get a cold of sorts I suppose, I think I’ve heard Beau talking about that. But for the most part, only illnesses that killed you can affect you into the afterlife.”  Shrugging in response to the second answer she stared out towards the graveyard. “I suppose anything is really possible but I think whatever killed us as long been dead with our bodies at this point.”

[askdrossy]

“I don’t remember where they buried me,” came a worried mutter. “Probably shoulda burned th body..” Thin and gangly arms wrapped about her middle, the thief began to pace. “Well, this is a whole new concern I din’t have before..” With the worry and negativity, Drossy actually began to shiver, as if she felt cold- but was quiet for the moment, her eyes on some distant point in the graveyard beyond the balcony. Given several seconds, so came her croak of a voice again: “..so what did you in? Cholera? The flu?”

[themansionwitch]

Rose watched in concern as the thin woman began pacing on the balcony.” I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you!”  

“Consumption, though I think it’s called Tuberculosis now?” She pulled her shawl around her tighter. “I think I lasted a month before it took me.” She gave a small shrug frowning a little. “It’s a little fuzzy to be honest.”

[askdrossy]

Drossy looked on at the young woman with a sudden frown, a deep haunt coming to her eyes. The spindly teen looked away rather quickly, back down toward the graveyard.

“Well,” she replied, voice cracking a bit. “That sucks.”

She took a deep breath, as if she might say more- but clamped her jaw shut instead, cheeks puffed out. Instead, she leaned on the balcony railing. The next question came after a huff. “Thought tubercluosis was a lung thing. Why was it called consumption?”

[themansionwitch]

“It is.I think there’s a few types actually, but the one I had was definitely lung based.” Rose paused for a moment she shrugged looking at her. “I think we called it consumption because it’s a disease that on top of destroying your lungs it consumes you body.”  

Making sure not to invade the others space to much she looked at Drossy with concern. “Are you alright? You seem bothered by what I said.”

[askdrossy]

“Guess that makes sense,” the thief said slowly, almost bitterly. But as the question of her being alright came, she straightened up, turning her head toward Rose quickly. “Nah! I mean, I’m fine! ‘s just, uh… well, it’s a grim topic, isn’t it?” She gestured a little, waving it off. “I’m still fresh dead, this stuff’s still pretty depressing.”

It wasn’t an entire lie, but it wasn’t the truth, either. She just didn’t want to be honest; Drossy, instead of telling the truth, or explaining herself, went on to say: “..so. Corsets, huh? Were you high-class ‘fore all this? Not sayin’ you ain’t high class now, but. Jus’ wonderin’.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose gave her a concerned look at how quickly Drossy’s posture had changed towards her. “I suppose it is.” Rose nodded to her slowly, seemingly taking the freshly dead explanation as the absolute truth. “I suppose that’s fair. Sometimes I forget that death isn’t a normal thing to talk about.” 

Rose let out a small laugh shaking her head. “Not at all. I was a baker’s daughter unable to read or write. I am fairly good at baking though! I also did wear corsets then… different than the type I wear here of course.” She shrugged a bit. “I don’t really think I’m high class now either. Sure I have Dorian and Beau and Eulalie watching out for me and letting me be the hostess. But…I prefer hiding in the kitchen still.”

[askdrossy]

Drossy wiggled her fingers a bit. “..oh. Sorry, I figured corsets an’ all, fancy, high-class..” She waved it off, frowning a little. “Yeah, I getcha. I really don’t get into the high to-do stuff, myself. I mean, my family wasn’ low-down or nothing, it’s just… it just isn’t my thing. Not always, anyway.”

She adjusted those ratty fingerless gloves of hers, muttering to herself about ‘people are weird’. “I can’t hold my image to anythin’ fancy for too long, anyway. Always pop back to.. this. This is just what I remember most.” Drossy gestured down to her street-rags, tattered and stained. “Not very good for parties. Don’t wanna embarrass Dorian, anyway.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose shrugged to her casually, a weak smile as she started to look less nervous about the entire conversation. “I understand! The corset to be fair is borrowed... my stays don’t work with the dresses for Dorian’s time.”  

Rose let out a huff as she looked at the younger woman before taking her hands. “Nonsense! If anyone wants to gossip about you or say anything mean they better be prepared to get an earful from me!” She squared her thin shoulders as much as she possibly could, attempting to look as intimidating as possible for her. It was about as effective as putting angry eyebrows on a teddy bear. “No one is allowed to feel ostracized from my parties! I’m the hostess and I forbid it.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Not to be that person, but pumpkin pie isn’t good.”

“Really? I rather like it. It’s a very fall thing to eat, isn’t it? That and apple pie and pecan pie, I suppose. But to each their own.“ 

[themansionwitch]

“I am not a…pie person to be fair. Unless it is a meat pie I suppose. Also 17th century England didn’t really have that much pumpkin at least in 1620.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Oh, I see. Did you have any special sweets back then? We had several delicious desserts in my day, but I also lived amongst high society from age twelve on. I didn’t have the opportunity to try such tasty treats until I went to liv with my mother’s family.”

[themansionwitch]

Edda hummed softly for a few moments. “There were special sweets I was just too poor to have them darling. Sugar was expensive as anything and honestly. I didn’t have time for it.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Ah,” he said with a nod, “my father and I didn’t have enough money for sweets, either, except for when he would surprise me on very rare occasions. I was practically in shock when I saw all the treats the Graceys could afford and that I was allowed to have what I liked. It was incredible! It was such a big change for me, going from living in a tiny cabin to living in luxury in the finest mansion around. It felt… awkward, really.”

[themansionwitch]

“I can see how it would be awkward.” She shrugged a bit as she looked at him. “My husband is from the 1930s and let me tell you, the man has a major sweet tooth. I hide cake any time that I make it so that he doesn’t devour the whole thing.” She grinned. “I also used to leave Dorian some sweets on his pillow some nights if he was having a bad night. That was as a spirit mind you and when he was a young boy.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Dorian was six years old when I first came,” Thomas recalled with a smile, “I knew that he was sickly. I was only sickly in my first few months here. Pneumonia nearly killed me not long before my arrival and it did take my father. The depression, the weakness left over from being ill, as well as not eating nearly as much as I should have at that age could have been deadly, too. But I was strong. I overcame it. Poor Dori couldn’t, really. It plagued him." 

"Thank you for giving him something to smile about,” he said, “I was rather attached to him from the moment I met him and would have been devastated to lose him.”

[themansionwitch]

Edda smiled fondly to him and patted his shoulder gently. “I have and always will do what I can for most members of this household my dear. Like a scary, guardian angel who has murdered before. But can also make some great tea.”

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh…yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just…inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very…helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

Drossy peered at the woman, then- an incredulous sort of stare, almost glaring at Rose with that response. Eventually, she’d reply, “No shit a corset won’t help, but- ..the dead can’t get sick anymore, right?” she croaked. “Unless, y’know, we died that way? Thought that was, uh.. one of.. the perks.” She looks mildly terrified at the thought. “..is it- is it possible to be contagious?” 

[themansionwitch]

The young woman looked as if her blue skin got paler as she was given a near glare. Averting her eyes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress’s top quietly. “Oh! Uh! No, not really.” She paused for a moment. “I mean you can get a cold of sorts I suppose, I think I’ve heard Beau talking about that. But for the most part, only illnesses that killed you can affect you into the afterlife.”  Shrugging in response to the second answer she stared out towards the graveyard. “I suppose anything is really possible but I think whatever killed us as long been dead with our bodies at this point.”

[askdrossy]

“I don’t remember where they buried me,” came a worried mutter. “Probably shoulda burned th body..” Thin and gangly arms wrapped about her middle, the thief began to pace. “Well, this is a whole new concern I din’t have before..” With the worry and negativity, Drossy actually began to shiver, as if she felt cold- but was quiet for the moment, her eyes on some distant point in the graveyard beyond the balcony. Given several seconds, so came her croak of a voice again: “..so what did you in? Cholera? The flu?”

[themansionwitch]

Rose watched in concern as the thin woman began pacing on the balcony.” I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you!”  

“Consumption, though I think it’s called Tuberculosis now?” She pulled her shawl around her tighter. “I think I lasted a month before it took me.” She gave a small shrug frowning a little. “It’s a little fuzzy to be honest.”

[askdrossy]

Drossy looked on at the young woman with a sudden frown, a deep haunt coming to her eyes. The spindly teen looked away rather quickly, back down toward the graveyard.

“Well,” she replied, voice cracking a bit. “That sucks.”

She took a deep breath, as if she might say more- but clamped her jaw shut instead, cheeks puffed out. Instead, she leaned on the balcony railing. The next question came after a huff. “Thought tubercluosis was a lung thing. Why was it called consumption?”

[themansionwitch]

“It is.I think there’s a few types actually, but the one I had was definitely lung based.” Rose paused for a moment she shrugged looking at her. “I think we called it consumption because it’s a disease that on top of destroying your lungs it consumes you body.”  

Making sure not to invade the others space to much she looked at Drossy with concern. “Are you alright? You seem bothered by what I said.”

[askdrossy]

“Guess that makes sense,” the thief said slowly, almost bitterly. But as the question of her being alright came, she straightened up, turning her head toward Rose quickly. “Nah! I mean, I’m fine! ‘s just, uh… well, it’s a grim topic, isn’t it?” She gestured a little, waving it off. “I’m still fresh dead, this stuff’s still pretty depressing.”

It wasn’t an entire lie, but it wasn’t the truth, either. She just didn’t want to be honest; Drossy, instead of telling the truth, or explaining herself, went on to say: “..so. Corsets, huh? Were you high-class ‘fore all this? Not sayin’ you ain’t high class now, but. Jus’ wonderin’.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose gave her a concerned look at how quickly Drossy’s posture had changed towards her. “I suppose it is.” Rose nodded to her slowly, seemingly taking the freshly dead explanation as the absolute truth. “I suppose that’s fair. Sometimes I forget that death isn’t a normal thing to talk about.” 

Rose let out a small laugh shaking her head. “Not at all. I was a baker’s daughter unable to read or write. I am fairly good at baking though! I also did wear corsets then... different than the type I wear here of course.” She shrugged a bit. “I don’t really think I’m high class now either. Sure I have Dorian and Beau and Eulalie watching out for me and letting me be the hostess. But...I prefer hiding in the kitchen still.”

[butterflyinthewell]

Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh…yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just…inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very…helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

Drossy peered at the woman, then- an incredulous sort of stare, almost glaring at Rose with that response. Eventually, she’d reply, “No shit a corset won’t help, but- ..the dead can’t get sick anymore, right?” she croaked. “Unless, y’know, we died that way? Thought that was, uh.. one of.. the perks.” She looks mildly terrified at the thought. “..is it- is it possible to be contagious?” 

[themansionwitch]

The young woman looked as if her blue skin got paler as she was given a near glare. Averting her eyes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress’s top quietly. “Oh! Uh! No, not really.” She paused for a moment. “I mean you can get a cold of sorts I suppose, I think I’ve heard Beau talking about that. But for the most part, only illnesses that killed you can affect you into the afterlife.”  Shrugging in response to the second answer she stared out towards the graveyard. “I suppose anything is really possible but I think whatever killed us as long been dead with our bodies at this point.”

[askdrossy]

“I don’t remember where they buried me,” came a worried mutter. “Probably shoulda burned th body..” Thin and gangly arms wrapped about her middle, the thief began to pace. “Well, this is a whole new concern I din’t have before..” With the worry and negativity, Drossy actually began to shiver, as if she felt cold- but was quiet for the moment, her eyes on some distant point in the graveyard beyond the balcony. Given several seconds, so came her croak of a voice again: “..so what did you in? Cholera? The flu?”

[themansionwitch]

Rose watched in concern as the thin woman began pacing on the balcony.” I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you!”  

“Consumption, though I think it’s called Tuberculosis now?” She pulled her shawl around her tighter. “I think I lasted a month before it took me.” She gave a small shrug frowning a little. “It’s a little fuzzy to be honest.”

[askdrossy]

Drossy looked on at the young woman with a sudden frown, a deep haunt coming to her eyes. The spindly teen looked away rather quickly, back down toward the graveyard.

“Well,” she replied, voice cracking a bit. “That sucks.”

She took a deep breath, as if she might say more- but clamped her jaw shut instead, cheeks puffed out. Instead, she leaned on the balcony railing. The next question came after a huff. “Thought tubercluosis was a lung thing. Why was it called consumption?”

[themansionwitch]

“It is.I think there’s a few types actually, but the one I had was definitely lung based.” Rose paused for a moment she shrugged looking at her. “I think we called it consumption because it’s a disease that on top of destroying your lungs it consumes you body.”  

Making sure not to invade the others space to much she looked at Drossy with concern. “Are you alright? You seem bothered by what I said.”

[themansionwitch]

📚

📚 — Does your muse dog-ear or use a bookmark when reading?  Edda uses a bookmark, and by bookmark I mean she puts literally anything remotely flat on hand in the book.

[disneyshauntedmansion]

[snake-oil-memes]

Quirks & Little Details Meme

Send an emoji and I’ll answer…

✒️ — How does your muse hold a pen? 👖 — How does your muse position their legs whilst sitting? 💺 — How does your muse adjust themselves in their seat? 📚 — Does your muse dog-ear or use a bookmark when reading? 💭 — How does your muse physically focus themselves whilst in deep thought? 🤞 — What behavioural ticks give your muse away when they are lying? 🚘 — What bad driving habits has your muse picked up? 💬 — Does your muse talk or sing to themselves when alone? 👁 — Under what situations does your muse flinch or look away? 🛌 — How does your muse position themselves in bed? 🔎 — When searching for something, does your muse use their eyes or their hands? 📏 — How does your muse adjust to others that are taller or shorter to them? ⏰ — What is the first thing your muse does after getting out of bed? 🚶 — Does your muse sit up straight or do they slouch? 👓 — If your muse wears glasses, how do they adjust them? ❓ — Does your muse bend down to look at something on the floor or do they pick it up first? 🔑 — Where does your muse keep their keys? 🤧 — How does your muse cover their cough or sneeze? Do they apologise for it after? Do they comment if someone else does? 👋 — What objects or movements does your muse utilise while fidgeting? 📎 — How does your muse react to a paper cut or scratch? 🛋 — Does your muse sit on one end of the sofa, in the middle, on an arm, or sprawled across it? ‼️ — What everyday object does your muse most often lose track of? 💻 — What is your muse’s computer or phone password? What is their primary device’s wallpaper? 👜 — What does your muse keep in their wallet or handbag?

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh…yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just…inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very…helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

Drossy peered at the woman, then- an incredulous sort of stare, almost glaring at Rose with that response. Eventually, she’d reply, “No shit a corset won’t help, but- ..the dead can’t get sick anymore, right?” she croaked. “Unless, y’know, we died that way? Thought that was, uh.. one of.. the perks.” She looks mildly terrified at the thought. “..is it- is it possible to be contagious?” 

[themansionwitch]

The young woman looked as if her blue skin got paler as she was given a near glare. Averting her eyes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress’s top quietly. “Oh! Uh! No, not really.” She paused for a moment. “I mean you can get a cold of sorts I suppose, I think I’ve heard Beau talking about that. But for the most part, only illnesses that killed you can affect you into the afterlife.”  Shrugging in response to the second answer she stared out towards the graveyard. “I suppose anything is really possible but I think whatever killed us as long been dead with our bodies at this point.”

[askdrossy]

“I don’t remember where they buried me,” came a worried mutter. “Probably shoulda burned th body..” Thin and gangly arms wrapped about her middle, the thief began to pace. “Well, this is a whole new concern I din’t have before..” With the worry and negativity, Drossy actually began to shiver, as if she felt cold- but was quiet for the moment, her eyes on some distant point in the graveyard beyond the balcony. Given several seconds, so came her croak of a voice again: “..so what did you in? Cholera? The flu?”

[themansionwitch]

Rose watched in concern as the thin woman began pacing on the balcony.” I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you!”  

“Consumption, though I think it’s called Tuberculosis now?” She pulled her shawl around her tighter. “I think I lasted a month before it took me.” She gave a small shrug frowning a little. “It’s a little fuzzy to be honest.”

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh…yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just…inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very…helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

Drossy peered at the woman, then- an incredulous sort of stare, almost glaring at Rose with that response. Eventually, she’d reply, “No shit a corset won’t help, but- ..the dead can’t get sick anymore, right?” she croaked. “Unless, y’know, we died that way? Thought that was, uh.. one of.. the perks.” She looks mildly terrified at the thought. “..is it- is it possible to be contagious?” 

[themansionwitch]

The young woman looked as if her blue skin got paler as she was given a near glare. Averting her eyes, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress’s top quietly. “Oh! Uh! No, not really.” She paused for a moment. “I mean you can get a cold of sorts I suppose, I think I’ve heard Beau talking about that. But for the most part, only illnesses that killed you can affect you into the afterlife.”  Shrugging in response to the second answer she stared out towards the graveyard. “I suppose anything is really possible but I think whatever killed us as long been dead with our bodies at this point.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Not to be that person, but pumpkin pie isn’t good.”

“Really? I rather like it. It’s a very fall thing to eat, isn’t it? That and apple pie and pecan pie, I suppose. But to each their own.“ 

[themansionwitch]

“I am not a…pie person to be fair. Unless it is a meat pie I suppose. Also 17th century England didn’t really have that much pumpkin at least in 1620.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Oh, I see. Did you have any special sweets back then? We had several delicious desserts in my day, but I also lived amongst high society from age twelve on. I didn’t have the opportunity to try such tasty treats until I went to liv with my mother’s family.”

[themansionwitch]

Edda hummed softly for a few moments. “There were special sweets I was just too poor to have them darling. Sugar was expensive as anything and honestly. I didn’t have time for it.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Ah,” he said with a nod, “my father and I didn’t have enough money for sweets, either, except for when he would surprise me on very rare occasions. I was practically in shock when I saw all the treats the Graceys could afford and that I was allowed to have what I liked. It was incredible! It was such a big change for me, going from living in a tiny cabin to living in luxury in the finest mansion around. It felt… awkward, really.”

[themansionwitch]

“I can see how it would be awkward.” She shrugged a bit as she looked at him. “My husband is from the 1930s and let me tell you, the man has a major sweet tooth. I hide cake any time that I make it so that he doesn’t devour the whole thing.” She grinned. “I also used to leave Dorian some sweets on his pillow some nights if he was having a bad night. That was as a spirit mind you and when he was a young boy.”

[askdrossy]

Kindred Spirits

Previously..  @themansionwitch “Edda?” After some reluctance, the thief’s ghost took the hankercheif, spectral fingers curling into the cloth as she raised it to her mouth. “..Edda, the lady in th’ painting? ‘ve met Edda. Nice woman, for a, uh.. witch.” With a moment of hesitation, Drossy looked from the cloth she’d been handed, to the woman; she narrowed her eyes, and grimaced. “..you were sick too, weren’tcha.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose laughed softly and nodded to her. “Yes, the lady in the painting. She is very nice and very smart.”  

She paused for a moment before nodding to her. “Uh...yes. No worries! It’s not contagious anymore, Edda’s checked and everything. It’s just...inconvenient sometimes. Wearing a corset isn’t very...helpful to the situation though. ”

[askdrossy]

On the banister above the ballroom, a thief quietly perched. It was that lovely time of year, when mortals were far more accepting of the unusual and strange, and yet again she’d stayed at the manor, this time not even donning a sheet.

Instead, Drossy made her way out to the graveyard, sneaking through gravestones and pushing through brush- and at last, climbing a large oak tree. She perched again, this time on a hanging branch, her attention on.. them.

The singing busts were one of the coughing ghost’s favorite spectacles of the mansion. Partly because she couldn’t sing with her throat being stolen by tubercluosis, but also due to the fact that they were insistent on fun songs- whether or not those songs were funeral dirges.

It was there that she stayed on Halloween night, messing with a rubix cube she’d stolen and nodding her head slightly to the upbeat tune below.

[themansionwitch]

“I’ve tried to get them to sing Greensleeves before. They were not very amenable. The band however…was far too…” A spirit mused quietly standing on the balcony on the back of mansion. 

The slight pale blonde woman pulled her green shawl around herself, puffy pink ballgown pressing up against the railing. “ I don’t think I’ve introduced myself by the way….Rose Gracey, Dorian’s…sort of younger sister? It’s complicated.” She shrugged a bit. “You are?”

[askdrossy]

Glowing eyes turned toward the sound of the voice- and after a moment, she rubbed her nose and pushed off the tree, drifting through the air and landing in a steady sit on the balcony’s railing. She glared at the woman a moment, sizing her up.

“This whole place is complicated, ain’t nothin’ to mind,” she muttered, eyeing the woman momentarily, before her attention returned to the busts. “That whole family’s huge, so whatever you are, it isn’ a surprise.”

A pause, and she sighed. “Nobody, in comparison. Jus’ an idiot thief. Folks call me Drossy. So, Rose Gracey, Dorian’s Sorta-Younger Sister– why ain’t you at the party?”

[themansionwitch]

Rose cleared her throat awkwardly as she was sized up, looking clearly uncomfortable for a moment. “I mean that’s fair. I suppose… post-death adoption is another way to put it.”  

Smiling she tilted her head a bit. “Well, Miss Drossy, I’m not at the party because I spent a lot of the day preparing for it and then I danced for a long while. If I dance for to long my lungs start to hurt sometimes.” She shrugged a bit. “ I just wanted a little fresh air for a bit. It’s much easier to sneak up to the attic during parties than just walking outside. Too many people to stop and chat with.”

[askdrossy]

“..unless you’re not important, I guess. I just walked outside. Was the graveyard I had to sneak through, lest the gaunt ones jump out at me.” She rubbed the back of her neck, eyeing the rows and rows of headstones, grimacing to herself. Something bothered her, and well, it wasn’t long before she spoke again. “Sometimes I get th’ feeling they want to adopt me. They’re too nice. Too welcoming. Eulalie makes sweaters for me.” She grumbled. Drossy paused, and added, quietly, “..not that I’m complaining. They’re nice people. Weird, but nice. An’ Eulalie’s knitting is comfortable.”

She gave a hoarse-sounding sigh, and turned herself about, so that she could stand on the balcony, instead of sitting on the banister. Drossy did lean where she’d just been sitting. “How long’ve you been in the house, then? If that’s not personal.”

[themansionwitch]

Rose coughed, looking uncomfortable for a moment. “I didn’t..mean it... I’m the hostess of parties and--” She froze up for a moment before going into a short coughing fit. Taking a deep breath she looked to her. “That sounds ike them, knitting sweaters and and being kind.”  

Rose gave her a concerned look as she let out a hoarse sound-- something all to familiar to her, and handed a handkerchief without so much as a glance. “A few years. I knew Edda while I was living and I finally once day stopped being stuck in a meadow for a good hundred years. Dorian taught me how to read and write, which was truly kind.” 

[askthehatboxghost]

“Not to be that person, but pumpkin pie isn’t good.”

“Really? I rather like it. It’s a very fall thing to eat, isn’t it? That and apple pie and pecan pie, I suppose. But to each their own.“ 

[themansionwitch]

“I am not a…pie person to be fair. Unless it is a meat pie I suppose. Also 17th century England didn’t really have that much pumpkin at least in 1620.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Oh, I see. Did you have any special sweets back then? We had several delicious desserts in my day, but I also lived amongst high society from age twelve on. I didn’t have the opportunity to try such tasty treats until I went to liv with my mother’s family.”

[themansionwitch]

Edda hummed softly for a few moments. “There were special sweets I was just too poor to have them darling. Sugar was expensive as anything and honestly. I didn’t have time for it.”

[askthehatboxghost]

“Not to be that person, but pumpkin pie isn’t good.”

“Really? I rather like it. It’s a very fall thing to eat, isn’t it? That and apple pie and pecan pie, I suppose. But to each their own.“ 

[themansionwitch]

“I am not a...pie person to be fair. Unless it is a meat pie I suppose. Also 17th century England didn’t really have that much pumpkin at least in 1620.”

[theheadlessgroom]

Don't interfere.

((I’m not afraid of you, skelly-boy! I’ll interfere if I feel I must, and in this case, I feel it, so square up!))

[askthehatboxghost]

(You punch that villain in his skeleton face if you have to, Pace! For Emily and Melanie!)

[asktheghosthost]

[the-rocking-horse]

“Oh-oh dear! Must we really fight? If a fresh batch of cookies won’t solve anything, they I say we take it outside to the back dears.”

[themansionwitch]

“I love fights.”

[unto-myself-together]

“As do I.”  Nell said, smiling.

“Popcorn, Ms. Edda?”  She offered, holding out a jumbo sized bowl towards her. 

[themansionwitch]

“The last time we had something this exciting happen it was the Dread Family.” Taking some of the popcorn she smiled. “Thank you dear.”

[theheadlessgroom]

Don't interfere.

((I’m not afraid of you, skelly-boy! I’ll interfere if I feel I must, and in this case, I feel it, so square up!))

[askthehatboxghost]

(You punch that villain in his skeleton face if you have to, Pace! For Emily and Melanie!)

[asktheghosthost]

[the-rocking-horse]

“Oh-oh dear! Must we really fight? If a fresh batch of cookies won’t solve anything, they I say we take it outside to the back dears.”

[themansionwitch]

“I love fights.”