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The dishes had reached a high pile on the side of the sink, which means Camila was working her way thruogh the tall pile.
"Gracoas, Luz," Camila said to her daughter.
"I'm happy to help, Mom," Luz replied, putting a plate on the shelf.
Camila glanced behind her at the living room. The other kids + Steve & Flapjack were watching a movie peacefully. They deserved a break after what Luz had told her about the boiling isles. She thought Luz did too, but her daughter assured her that she wanted to help as much as possible.
Gus, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (Or was it Mattholomule?), and Steve were all on the couch, with the bird, Flapjack, sitting on Matt's head. Steve wasn't actually watching the movie, he was reading a book. It looked to be the book about birds that she kept on the coffee table to make her life seem more interesting.
"There's got to be a quicker way to do that."
Camila gasped and turned around.
A floating person with pointy ears was hovering above the floor to her left. A witch, Camila figured.
"Who are you?!" she demanded.
The floating figure sighed. "My na-"
She was interupted by the sound of a book dropping to the floor.
Steve stood in the kitchen doorway, shocked.
"MOM?!"
Matt looked over at his brother. "What?"
The witch offered an awkward wave to Steve.
Camila's eyes darted between the two. There was definitly resemblance.
"How are you doing magic?" Luz asked. "Nobody can do magic in the human realm, and if they can it's very weak."
The witch smiled sadly. "It's not magic, I'm afraid. I'm a ghost. Though I'm not sure how you can see me."
"You're a ghost?" Gus was now at the doorway too. "But you look so... solid!"
The ghost-witch shrugged, touching the floor. "I wonder if that means..." She reached out and touched a plate.
She was actually able to touch it, instead of her hand going trhough.
Camila wodnered for a moment if that was a harmful stereotype for ghosts.
The ghost-witch smiled at them all. "I should introduce myself, I suppose. My name is Matilda."