Nothing's Free In Life...Or Death

An Entrance

Lydia awakes to the sound of pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen downstairs. From the sliver of light coming through her dark, spider webbed curtains, she can tell its around 10 in the morning. So, with a groan similar to that of a zombie, she flips her covers off and makes her way to her bathroom to begin getting ready for the day.

After finishing up her morning routine in there, she heads to her closet to grab something to wear. Recently, she's been adding tiny splashes of color to the brigade of black in front of her. As she reaches for a random shirt she pauses, "Why does something feel weird about today?" With a shake of her head, she grabs a black lacy shirt that is long, but not long enough to be a dress, along with some ripped black jeans. What color splash was she feeling today? With a glance at her collection of boots, a pair of black and white striped army boots catch her eye.

Oh. That's why today feels weird.

Lydia looks over to the calendar upon her desk, to check the exact date. Yep, today marks 3 months since the...fiasco, for lack of better term, with He-who-shall-not-be-named. Believe it or not, that has actually become one of the few household rules in the Maitland/Deetz household. Because even the mentioning of him digs up some memories that don't want to be remembered in anyone's mind.

However, Lydia has been thinking about the deranged demon more and more often these days. Can you blame her? The two of them were on their way to being great friends and partners before...ya know. He just had to go and act like a selfish child and then on top of that, have the nerve to try to kill her family! He...he deserved what he got!

Lydia sighs and then sits on her bed to put her head in her hands. "Stupid demon. Stupid life. Stupid death. Stupid EVERYTHING!" She flops backwards unto her blankets and groans depressingly. Before she can think another thing, three knocks echo through her still-dark room. "Lydia? Honey? If you're up, breakfast is just about done! Delia and I made up a new recipe!" Barbara's happy energy brings a smile too Lydia's face. "Yeah I'm up! I'll be down in a sec!"

With out warning, Barbara's head comes through the door, "Okay good! I really want to know what you think of these new pancakes! Please hurry!" With that said, she takes her head out of the door and Lydia assumes she goes back downstairs. The teenager cant help but chuckle at the antics of one of her ghost family members. Although Barbara is definitely the motherly type, Lydia refuses to call her any sort of "mom" name. She loves Barbara, really, but Lydia only has one dead mom. Of whom she wishes was still alive and sitting with her right now. Boy would she have got a kick out of what occurred 3 months ago. Her mother is the person she gets almost everything from. The relationship with her Father is improving, yes, but nothing will ever compare to the connection she had with her late Mother. In fact, knowing her Mom, she would have just straight up confronted Beetlejuice. Maybe even given him a good slap on the back of the head, powerful demon or not.

With a silent chuckle, Lydia breaks herself from her thoughts and starts heading downstairs. When she arrives to the kitchen, she's greeted ecstatically by Barbara and Delia, which she returns with a polite "Good morning". Her Dad and Adam are sitting at the table in the dining room, Adam talking excitedly about a topic while Charles seems to be just being polite and listening.

Turning around, Lydia opens a cabinet to grab a mug for some hot tea, but she notices a mug that she got a couple years ago at a yard sale. It's a cup that is closer to being a sphere with a handle and has black and white zig zag vertical lines. Her mom is actually the one who spotted it at the end of a table and showed it to her. She promptly made her father buy it right after seeing it, thinking it was such a strange cup, that she had too have it. Now it only seems to remind her of her dead mom and a certain striped dead man. Despite this, she takes that mug and places it on the counter so she can begin to heat up some water on the stove.