Pic Of Vivian --->

I trudge up the path to our cabin. Now you're probably thinking of a cosy little wooden house with a fireplace. This was no cosy cottage, think of a large one story mansion, then replace the walls with dark oak logs and surround it by a thick forest of green trees.

Anyway, I'm trudging up the path towards the cabin and see Roma sitting in the window patiently awaiting my long anticipated arrival. Roma's my pet Samoyed dog and she practically never leaves my side, I've had her for about 12 years so far but she's still pretty frisky for her age. 

As I approach the front porch area she erupts into excited barks and leaps off of the armchair she had been standing on, disappearing from view as she hurries around to the front door to greet me. Sure enough, the second I push open our white wooden door she tumbles out onto my feet and just as quickly springs back up again, immediately springing up at my bare legs affectionately. A smile appears across my face as I reach down a hand to pat my companion on her white fluffy head.

"Yes Roma, and I love you too, now please move your wiggly butt so we can all enter our house." I say as I attempt to not laugh out loud as her rough wet tongue licks the skin of my legs.

"She certainly doesn't get tired of being with you does she?" Vivian says with amusement as she follows me through the door, after having managed to shove Roma out my way.

"As much as I love her, I'm sure it's not healthy for a dog her age to be jumping about like this." I respond as I make my way into the living room and plonking down on the sofa, resting my sore feet, "oh! And that reminds me, how are your dragons getting on Phoebe?"

Phoebe glides into the room and quickly folds her crimson feathery wings against her back, "They're doing great actually," she says with a dazzling smile, happy that I had brought up her beloved dragons as she leans against the back of the sofa. "My favourite - China - has just finished shedding his scales and now he's become a beautiful golden colour."

"Well isn't that quaint," comes a drawl from our resident witch as she enters the building, having closed the door in Amanda's face, resulting in the blonde simply floating through the woodwork with an indifferent expression. "However nothing beats a traditional black cat like my Felix." She folds her arms with a smirk, also seating herself in an armchair by the window.

"Admit it Dena, Felix is fat and he dribbles when he sleeps." I say tiredly, stretching out on the black sofa and rolling onto my stomach, releasing a groan as Roma decides to join me and scrabbles up onto my back uncomfortably for me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She says with a twitching purple eye, sitting up from her chair almost as quickly as she had sat down, "well, I'm going to my room, tell me when dinner's ready." Me and Phoebe watch her strut off with a grin. Typical Dena to leave when she doesn't like what she hears, whether it's true or not.

"That horn would look nice in the trophy case." I state casually to Phoebe, who still has it gripped tightly in one hand as she stands up from resting on the sofa.

"You read my mind." She says with a smile, and begins to make her way back to the small room we use to store our adventurous memento's, situated just to the left of the front door.

I grab a pillow to cuddle and sit upright on the sofa, forcing Roma to slide off of my back and sit patiently beside me, white fluffy tail still awag happily, "hey Amanda."

"Hmmm?" She asks distractedly, floating past my head as she continues to admire her new fur boots with huge blue eyes.

"It's your turn to lay the table."

"Aww, what." She pauses in the air and does a slow flip, now facing my direction as she forgets her boots for the moment.

"You know Wednesday is your turn, so don't try and play innocent." I persist with a careful gaze, my teal eyes matching her blue ones.

"Fiiiiine." She reluctantly floats off towards the dining room, arms hanging by her sides dramatically, acting like a little kid who's been told to tidy her room.

Me and Vivian exchange looks after Amanda disappears through the door, and we both stand up from our seating positions, Vivian having been sat cross legged on the rug in front of the TV watching on contently.

Roma follows us eagerly as I pad through the dining room following a gliding Vivian on her wings of night, righting all the wonky pictures that her large wings brush against as we go. There used to be a rule of no flying in the house, that was right before we had a huge snow-in and got confined to the house for a week. By the time the snow had melted in a non-magical way both Phoebe and Vivian had gone stir crazy from not being able to stretch their wings out and ended up going MIA for a month just to feel like a free bird again.

That was a dark time for all of us.

We enter the creamy white kitchen to find Nymph standing by the pink cooker she had begged us to get, stirring a saucepan full of boiling spaghetti with a wooden spoon. She sprinkles some salt in from a penguin shaker and smiles happily as she notices us watching her with intrigue. She then grins broadly and puts down the spoon for a second, turning to face us with her hands propped up on her hips, I notice with amusement she's wearing her favourite apron, the pink frilly one that reads 'Kiss The Cook' across it in big curly font.

"That smells great." I praise as I walk over to her, pushing my chestnut hair out of the way as I lean over to smell the spaghetti.

"Thanks, it's going to be spaghetti bolognese tonight with mozzarella." She beams, taking great pride in her own cooking skills, seeing as the rest of us don't even hold a thread of talent compared to her.

"Sounds great, I'll help you serve it." I volunteer, leaning out of the way as our silver cutlery continues to glide by, Amanda fulfilling her job and using levitation to make the table lay itself as she follows close behind. Accompanying Vivian into the dining room to have first pick of the seats.

Nymph turns off the oven and grabs the handles of the metal saucepan, pulling it off the hob, "think you can grab the garlic bread over there?" She nods towards the basket of freshly cooked garlic bread on the other side of the kitchen, right next to the toaster.

"Sure thing." I slide across the tiled floor and snatch up the basket of garlic, swiftly following after Nymph as she enters the dining room, Roma close behind me as she continues to follow my lead with blind loyalty.

I drop the basket in the centre of the varnished table and take a seat next to Amanda, who stares at the steaming meatballs hungrily. It makes me smile internally every time Amanda shows enthusiasm towards food, to her it's a feast for the eyes, literally, seeing as she's no longer capable of digesting even a morsel being a ghost and all.

Phoebe comes in looking pleased with herself, toffee eyes twinkling as she also seats herself at the table, absentmindedly rubbing at the black burn marks decorating her orange dress with a hand. "The dragons have just been fed. You should've see them, those mice didn't even get a chance to shriek in terror."

"I... I see." Nymph says uneasily as she eyes Phoebes burns, quietly hating the fact that Phoebe talks about feeding small animals to her dragons like it were normal, "hey, where's Dena?"

"I'll get her." I sigh and push out my chair, leaving the room to go and knock on Dena's door just down the hall from my own room. The only difference between them being that she has multiple acid burns covering her melting door and a giant sign taped to it saying 'Keep Out Or Get Turned Into A Frog'. Ignoring the warning I knock on the door and call in with slight curiosity.

"Dinner's ready ya lazy head."

"I know. I just consulted my crystal ball." I hear a muffled voice say in reply, and my eyes bulge.

"You have a crystal ball in there?!"

"Who knows. It's not like you'll ever be able to find out." The door swings open and Dena steps out in her purple witch's hat, hastily shutting the door behind her as I try to peer in, but she steps directly in front of my line of vision and grins evilly, "Well, shall we go eat?"

"Hmmm."

Everyone always wondered what she got up to in her bedroom, but nobody had ever actually been in Dena's room. Annoyingly she'd cast a spell over her room some time ago to stop Amanda from phasing through the walls and spying on her witchery for us.

After we'd finished eating the meal and managed to avoid a near death experience with Amanda and a meatball catapult we all head straight to our individual rooms, with Amanda and Vivian sharing a room.

I lie under my peachy quilt looking up at the ceiling with half closed eyes, something had popped up in my mind during todays expedition and now I can't sleep. As the leader of our little gang I take responsibility for what happens to everyone. And our plan for the future is a topic that always seems to play on my mind, I mean, money isn't a problem. Dena always whips up a wad of cash every time rent is due in for this place and luckily the landlord never asks any questions in exchange for a tip.

However today I hadn't been thinking about money necessarily, it was our education. Apparently most kids started school from the age of 3, we're all teenagers and the only one who's had any experience in school is Dena, being the more reasonably normal one out of the bunch of us.

I suddenly sit upright in my huge bed and stare at the wall opposite. If education is a problem then let's just enrol in a school!

Roma lifts her head up from the end of my bed to stare at me, by now used to my wild tossing and turning I apparently do in my sleep, if waking up on the floor every morning is anything to go by.

"I'm going to get something to drink." I feel the need to inform her for some reason, and push back the covers of my double bed, slipping my cold feet into my green monster slippers, the kind that have little plush claws sticking out from the end of them.

I tiredly wander through the dark house and towards the kitchen, ignoring the bangs and pops encroaching from Dena's room as I pass it. Stumbling into the kitchen I flick the lights on and nearly blind myself with the sudden beams that shoot out from the ceiling, managing to make my way to the fridge with fuzzy vision.

I open the cupboard above the fridge searching for some honey in the hopes of making a hot milk with honey. But don't get the chance to fumble through the jars as I'm suddenly winded by the fridge door slamming into my stomach, and I double over clutching my abdomen, slumping to the floor on my knees as I look up through watery eyes in confusion.

The white door swings open fully as the milk carton floats out and over to the sink, where another cupboard opens in accompaniment and an empty glass glides over to the carton of milk. Shortly after a plate of cookies that Nymph had prepared earlier follows after the milk, which has promptly poured its contents into the glass.

There's only one person in this house who'd attempt a midnight burglary, and that ghost is called Amanda.

I get back to my feet as the plate and glass make a beeline for the door, heading straight towards Amanda's room where she must be awaiting her midnight snack eagerly. My eye twitching irritably from having been made a fool of by a glass of milk I step out in front of the beverages and wolf down the milk, then grab a bag of carrots left out on the side and swap them for the cookies. Skilfully balancing the treats in the palm of my hands before I transfer them onto a different plate.

As a final touch I write a little note to my dear friend, of which it reads 'if you're going to snack, eat something healthy'. The plate and empty glass continue their journey to Amanda and Vivian's room as I quickly clean up the mess left behind and flick the kitchen lights off again with a satisfied grin, no longer feeling peckish.

My grin broadens as I hear a very loud 'Dammit!' come from the girls room, shortly after to which I then halt in my tracks and a look of puzzlement crosses my face.

Wait... Why would a dead ghost want a snack? They're...dead.

Edited 04/04/16