a rose to his thorne (bbc ghosts)

- part three -

The sun began to set upon Button house, with curtains being closed and windows being locked for the night, whilst Margo continued to dance around her room with her new found friends. The only things to be heard was an assortment of The Cure and Kylie Minogue songs and the muffled laughter of the ghosts.

"Margo, what did I tell you? Turn the music off!" a frustrated voice called from downstairs.

"Fine!" Margo shouted, "Sorry she can be a bit of a bore sometimes"

"Oh don't you worry! Just being in your presence does make me feel all sorts of feelings inside" Thomas replied, with a slight grin on his face. He had payed much more attention to Margo than any of the other ghosts, yet she thought little of it as Kitty also seemed rather enthusiastic and invested in her too.

"Oh enough about your feelings Thomas! We've all heard quite enough about them over the past god knows how long." said the Captain abruptly, whilst the others sat in silence. "Well I'm off to bed, I mustn't stay up to late as one must have plenty of energy for my morning run tomorrow, good night everyone."

"Good night Cap!" Margo replied. The door closed behind the Captain, and Margo perked up again,

"You okay Thomas? That was a tad harsh"

Immediately, the poet's face lit up in pure awe. How did he get so lucky? Absolutely baffled he replied "Oh yes, um yes I'm perfectly alright yes thank you Margo, you are kind." His mind was completely filled with joy and silly scenarios that he could only dream of.

"Right, what film are we watching, Harry Potter or Mamma Mia? Actually, Pat I think you'll like Mamma Mia, its got some ABBA songs in it"

"Oh I do love a bit of ABBA I do, will never forget when I saw them in Manchester '77" Pat replied in excitement.

The group settled on Margo's bed, as the film began to play. They were much familiar with the wonders of modern technology after their last residents, but Robin was still fixated with the pixels on the screen like a newborn with a cot mobile endlessly spinning. Nights like this had been greatly missed by the ghosts, as the passing of Alison and Mike had brought a wave of boredom and loneliness upon the house. 

Two hours later, the film had finished, and the ghosts had all fallen asleep, looking so peaceful as the credits played and reflected from the Scout leader's aviators.