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Next thing she knew, Anastasia's bright blue eyes popped open and she sat up, noticing at once that The Ancient One had revived her.
And boy was he rude. Hmmph. She wasn't going to have any of that. "Oh thank you for the rude awakening, sir," she spat like a sarcastic wet cat, scrambling up onto her chair again. She fluffed her hair once more and checked her appearance in the shiny plates.
"And they aren't just ghosts they're symbols of evil!" she continued muttering to herself. "It's just wrong. Wrong wrong wrong."
"Far from it, dear lady. They are merely souls caught In Between." he shook his head sadly at her ignorant ways.
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BanaBatGirl Merlin's purple-spotted periwinkle PANTS! Couldn't they go hhhover somewhere else? Like around the ridiculous CHILDREN?!
Annie scowled and deliberately scooted her chair as far away from Grampa as possible. "I am too made of stronger stuff," she continued talking to herself. "How would YOU feel if you'd spent half a decade of your life being haunted?!"
She shook her head, realizing just then that she was in fact talking to herself. Oii, the ghosts would NOT get the best of her. No way no how. Sitting up with perfect posture, she leaned forward a little and leaned her hand against her forehead, forming a shield to the ghosts with arm. There. Now she could sip her pumpkin juice in peace.
At her last self-directed comment, his face fell for just a moment. Oh, there was so much she did not know.
"Being haunted is a matter of perspective, child." he said softly, sipping his tea.