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Prue shuffles around, taking one-inch steps with her head bowed Now that I think about it, she kind acts like Eeyore from Winne the Pooh

Thea pets Prue’s head—well, the costume, and then takes off for the kitchen

She puts so out all the light bulbs downstairs to purple ones

When I just stare at her she shrugs and says, “I need to set the mood and make it more spooky”

Like she said, her costume matchesto her stomach, and she chose to wear jeans with it

I’ jeans, a white t-shirt, and the apron I hid the hat, because it was ridiculous and there’s no way in hell I’ it Thankfully, Thea’s been too scattered to realize I don’t have it on

Yet

The doorbell rings and I go to answer it

“Don’t tellones here,” Jace spits out before I barely have the door open

“Afraid so”

He glares down at Nova “I fucking told you she told us an early ti late last year”

I shrug “It’s Thea, she’s crafty,” I agree, stepping out of the way so they can come inside

They’re dressed as The Joker and Harley Quinn They usually show up as villains, or just so scary I don’t think they can help themselves

“Jacen!” I hear Thea call out and I shake my head

She’s the only person I know that regularly calls hi it She loves getting under his skin and even I have to admit it’s hilarious Jace isn’t easily riled, but Thea usually knows the right buttons to push