Pranks and shit

James would wake up after a restless night's sleep dreaming about zombies to find that all of his left shoes have disappeared and his entire room plastered with pictures of Kristen Stewart.

"Ah goddamnit sis" James sighed, this wasn't the first time this has happened around his house, it was more normal to wake up to something like this then to wake up and have everything be fine. His assumption was that one of his sibblings was responsible for this, likely his big sister, who had been the culprit lat time. In his room at the second floor of the creepy maner, filled with styless antique furniture he really hated. James sarted to get his clothes ready after checking them with magic for itching powder and the like.

Esther watched, unseen, as he would find all of his clothes crumbled and inside out. There were also some of the pictures sellotaped to them.

Just as he had left them except for the picture which he magically removed before putting them on, before heading downstairs for breakfast

His milk had been replaced with white emulsion. The doorbell rang.

He sighted at this, grandma was going to be kicking someone's ass for that. He poured the Emulsion down the sink and went to answer the door

The only thing at the door was a black bag that had been set on fire. I recommend he stands on it to put it out. Also someone walking across the street is staring at him because his hair is dyed fluorescent orange, and his cheeks have too much pink blush on them.

"He was this you!?" He asked pretty pissed about the flaming black bag

"No, man," He said, before continuing on his way.

With a spell of frost he put out the flaming bag, James was tired of this shit. He called his little brother who as the runt had the dury of cleaning it. Then went to borrow his older brother's shoes before heading to shool

He received many stares due to his colourful hair and cheeks.

He threw up his hood to hide all that and wen to the bathroom to was off his face, he really, really hated his sister

The blush came off fine. The hair dye on the other hand...

He'd get to that when he got to it, it didn't bother him that much. James decided he'd keep his head down today though

Meanwhile, Esther was busy wrapping everything in Jame's room with clingfoil, including every piece of furniture, every separate item of clothing, his bedcovers and pillows, and duct taping everything light enough to the ceiling.

She felt a tap on her shoulder for the first time since she had become a ghost

Esther would have literally died in that moment had she not already been dead.

The tapping turned into a painful grip before she was spun around, and came face to face with a little old lady in a night gown with short hair, she looked ancient maybe 80 but more than that she look pissed "What the hell are you doing to my house!" she demanded

Esther gave a gasp, trying to wiggle her way out of the surprisingly strong woman's grasp. She is fairly sure if she was still alive she'd be dying of a heart attack right about now. "I- I... Uh..." This nervous stuttering continued as her brain had apparently forgotten how to form sentences.

The old woman grabbed her by the throat and held her against the wall "Are you with the government I told you I ain't selling this house!" apparently she was also a little senile

Esther was just glad she no longer had all the symptoms of anxiety now, as if she did she'd for sure be a weeping mess by now. Regardless, her eyes were like saucers as she clutched the woman's hands to try and pry them off of her. She quickly shook her head in response to her question.

"You know when I was your age witches like me ate little girls, want to speak up or do you want a history lesson?" She asked demanding an explanation

"N-no," she squeaked, instantly regretting not paying more attention to the others in the house.

"Well i'm still waiting for you to tell me why you're here, or do you want to see what happens when i get bored?" The old lady asked

"I-I-I'm playing pranks on James because he did that to me," She said quickly, tripping over her words in the process.