Getting It Together

Helping the Family

Beatrice glided through the front door and immediately most of the ghosts blipped away, too scared to deal with her. Seagull stayed to one corner of the room, Koala stood protectively in front of the door to Logan's bedroom, and Forgetful stayed near the couch where everyone now sat.

Potter, on the other hand, had been floating right by the door, glaring at Beatrice the whole time. "Hi, Trisy."

Beatrice turned to Potter, staring them down. "My name is Beatrice and you will call me as such. I do not deal with nicknames."

Potter grinned at her. "What are you going to do to make me stop Trisy?"

"Ah yes, I remember why I never came around this house. The year-long Christmas tree holds grudges." Beatrice quirks up half a smile, turning to Pascal who was awkwardly watching the conversation.

Potter growled. "Since you're here to be an ass, tell Perce I said fuck you. To both of you."

"You wish for his death, I know you do." Beatrice bites back.

"I'm not the only one," She mutters, shooting a dark look at Beatrice.

Beatrice freezes, still staring right at Potter. "Lovely chat. Now if you'd kindly take your friends and leave." She grits out.

"Funny thing about dying in a house, you can't really seem to leave it," Potter said.

"And yet, you didn't die here." Beatrice quips back. "You're only here because it's the farthest you can get. Why don't you go down to your sibling's houses and cause them grief? I don't need an eyesore like you interrupting me every other word."

"Because you're the only one who deserves it," Potter hissed, close to exploding.

"Well then. Just so you know, that fool that believes she's your mother tried to reopen your cold case."

Seagull and Forgetful both suck in a breath. Even Beatrice knew that was too far.

Potter froze, expression crossed between livid hatred and heartbroken fear.

"You have no right to talk about any of that," They hissed. "But when has that ever stopped you." Potter disappeared, a furious glare sent Beatrice's way.

Beatrice turns to her son, nodding. "Pascal, you remember my driver, whatshisname?"

"James!" Patton cheers, muffled as his mother sweeps him into a hug.

"Hello, sir." James nods politely, shutting the door behind him as Genevieve brought in the last of Beatrice's bags.

"Hello, Mrs. Burr. How long are you planning on staying?" Forgetful asks.

"As long as it takes. Now, I would like to meet my grandchildren." Beatrice cups Pascal's face.

Seagull blips upstairs into the boy's room, kneeling down next to them. "Hey, you two need to be careful."

Giovonnie looks up from where he was playing with Sela. "Why?"

"Beatrice, Pascal's mother is here," Seagull warns.

"Why would I be worried about grandmere?"

Jory looks at Giovonnie in disgust. "I'll watch him." He promises.

"Jo...Beatrice is...Not okay." Seagull says slowly.

"Not okay how?" Jory asks.

"She's even more dangerous than Pascal...I'm sorry to say that but you guys are probably gonna have a tougher time than usual with her around."

Jory throws his arms up into the air. "Perfect! Just what I need while I'm in a fucking baby blue cast!"

"Listen. She's the one that kidnapped Pascal as a child. She made him who he is by electrocuting him." Seagull looked sad at this, recollecting on something.