but No Reasons
Characters: Master Gracey and Madame Leota
Setting: The séance room
Summary: At a séance rhyming gets a little out of hand and prompts a question. Drabble-ish.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Haunted Mansion…unfortunately.
George Gracey sat in a red velvet chair across from an exotic-looking woman. A raven looked on as she muttered strange words while gazing into a crystal ball. George watched with some interest, but his mind was elsewhere.
Lily was getting home soon and the two ladies weren't exactly…fond of each other. Leota's muttering was now coming clearer.
Ghosts and ghoulies from last Halloween,
Awaken the spirits with your tambourines.
Leota looked up at him with her eerie bright green eyes.
"Can we, um…" he glanced at his watch, "speed things up a bit?"
"If you were quiet master, this would go much faster."
"Do you always have to rhyme?"
"But you didn't just now."
"I did nothing of the kind, now, do you mind?"
"Well, it's just a…"
"Look, I'm ready to begin, or would you rather I curse your kin?"
"Okay, okay. Just calm down. There's no need for drastic measures."
"That's what I thought. Spirits come from wherever you're caught!"
Gracey settled back in his chair ready for the spectacle, but now there was something stirring in the back of his mind. Would she really go through with her threat?