suger {mary x oc }

Nursery

Weeks had passed since the new resident of Button House had moved in and disputed a small number of incidents they seemed to be setting in quite nicely, well if we don't count the ghosts that live there as well.

Alison found herself walking around parts of the house which looked like it had been empty for years, with water damage up the wall and the flour looked worse than the rest of the house.

"ah hello Alison "the captain smiled at the woman.

The captain and pat were standing in front of a door which had been bricked up by someone years ago.   

"do any of you know about what was in this room?" she asked

The two ghosts looked at each other.

"well yes but we aren't allowed in it"Pat laughed a little "Lady Thomson rules" he finished.

"the door has been like this since her death I believe and she asked none of us go into it"the captain said.

"I'm sure if you ask she may tell you but I doubt it," pat said.     

"That room was a nurse for someone in my life very dear to me now I ask that you leave it at that and please i'v told you all to call my Ivory"

The three jumped not hearing Lady Thomson herself walk down the all. She gave a small bow of her head before walking around the group off to who knows where.

"does Ivory do that often?" Alison asked still a little spooked by the female ghost.

"Sometimes, you will normally find her with Mary or Fanny depending on what type of mood she is in though I think she is closer to Mary" the captain spock.

"ohh yeah, they arrived quite close together if I remember what Robin said."Pat laughed.

To the ghost, both of your deaths were quite a mystery even more so than the captain's. With the two of you arriving at the house so close together the rest of the ghosts often thought the deaths were related in some way but there was never a clear answer to it from Ivory or Mary, even Robin stayed quiet.

It was sad because this was the reason that Lady Ivory Thomson didn't speak to anyone unless she had to, it was an acidenly coping decision that she had come up with over her life both in the living and the ghost world.  

Sometimes Ivory would find herself walking through that forbidden wall the old rocking chair that was once her mothers a bright and life rocking chair was now slowly rotting away the wood now damp with mould and a thick layer of dist sat upon it.

If she could cry she would yet no tears fell for the loss of not only her life but her child as well as Mary, in some clue wasted life she hoped that her newborn hadn't passed on and that she still could see him hold him love him, yet that was only a dark and cruel dream world that she lived in.

Her mother did always say her head was in the cloulds.