So before we begin, I want to give all rights to Kami and Margart for their writing mainly because I use a lot of quotes and forgot to cite them. Enjoy!


Jason

"Really, Mr. Wate, please join us. I so love company, and it's been ages since Ravenwood has had the pleasure of hosting a guest from our own delicious little Gatlin County." I heard Mr. Macon say. I was in the midst of losing to House in Jeopardy, although I did get most of the pop culture questions right.

"Who was not a president during the Cold War? Truman, Eisenhower, F.D.R, or Nixon." Kitchen read out loud. I scribbled Truman down mainly because I hadn't learned enough history past the 7th grade to know enough.

"It's F.D.R, not Truman." House read over my shoulder. Kitchen nodded and gave the remaining points to House.

"Ha! Now my gaming score is past yours. Kitchen, how many games have I won?" House boasted.

"It's now 4,564 games you've won and Jason has 4,563." Kitchen said. House started to do a victory dance.

"I'm da best in the world!" She sang. I rolled my eyes.

"It's kinda unfair since I haven't learned anything past the Civil War, Housy." I said, knowing she would hate my nickname for her. She stuck her tongue out.

"Honey, I LIVED through the Civil War. It was pretty bloody, but had nice parties afterwards." House continued to dance until she saw a mouse.

"Ahhhhhh!" She grabbed a pan while I grabbed a huge pot to try and capture it. She started whacking the floor.

"Don't kill it! Just put it outside House!" I yelled as she swung her pan and hit everything.

"As you wish. Speaking of Kitchen, I am absolutely ravenous. I'll go see what she has whipped up for us." Mr. Macon said. We all looked at each other and hid all evidence of our games. Mr. Macon entered the kitchen.

"I'm judging from the loud noise, you all have prepared something marvelous for us tonight, or there was a mouse in here." He glared at House, who looked down, blushing.

"I expect a full course meal for our guest in about…two minutes. Don't disappoint me." He disappeared and we all sighed in relief. Kitchen opened her cabinet and started cooking.

"Need any help Kitchy?" I asked. She waved me off.

"You better help House clean. Oh and House, Boo left a surprise for you near the back door." House groaned and mumbled something about dog meatloaf. I started to follow her until I felt a massive gust swirl around me. I sighed. Mr. Macon was summoning me into his ring, which was basically a cage, and although he never admits it, it was to punish me.

"What did I do this time?" I asked. He put his finger on the jewel of the ring and all light disappeared.

"Thanks…"

Kitchen

I quickly rushed back and forth, putting plate after plate down onto the huge table. Lena was already sitting down and lighting a candle as I balanced a goose next to my famous Southern-sweet gravy.

"Uncle M. This is too much." Boo suddenly went over to Lena and started tapping his tail.

"Off with you! If you're good I'll give you a bone later." I growled. He didn't budge. I ran back once more and swiftly placed the guest's table setting. I stopped to catch my breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Nonsense. This is a celebration. You've made a friend. Kitchen will be offended." Master Macon said, a bit sarcastically.

"Oh you better eat all this you sorry, little—"I was cut off as House covered my mouth with her hand and dragged me to the Kitchen. I nearly collapsed on the cutting board.

"I don't understand why people think someone, just by clapping their hand or snapping their fingers, poof! Suddenly a whole bunch of food appears at the table." I mumbled. House was applying lipstick and nodded.

"I know right? I just finished making Lena's bed and cleaning Boo's dog crap and what do I get? Nothing. I need to ask Master Macon for a raise." House said, smacking her lips.

"We don't get paid…"

"I know, but I want longer breaks. I mean, we don't even get vacations, especially now that Lena is here. I liked it when all we had to do was feed a dog and a man who doesn't eat anything except dreams. Unless you count the endless amount of alcohol he consumes…" House babbled on and on until I realized Jason wasn't here.

"Where's that boy Jason? Didn't he follow you?" I asked. House shook her head.

"Master has him locked up again in that ring. Kinda ironic, seeing how he died in their and everything, but whatevs. What's for dessert?" I smacked her hands as she reached for the chocolate cake I had made for Lena.

"Hands off!"

Jason

"Would you mind describing the locket to me?" I heard Mr. Macon say. I yawned and ruffled my hair. It sucked having to listen to their conversation, but not contributing to it. It was like being in a class discussion and having strep throat. Suddenly, Mr. Macon twisted the ring, shaking my entire "jail."

"Mr. Macon stop it!" I yelled.

"You should have told me you went to Greenbrier. That's not part of Ravenwood. I can't keep you safe there." Suddenly, light poured back into the ring and I could see everything.

"And by "I" you meant me right?" I asked. Mr. Macon ignored me and kept talking to Lena and a boy I couldn't see.

"Hey Mr. Macon, could you angle the ring a bit more to the right?" I asked politely.

"This is about me, too, sir. There were initials on the back of the locket. ECW. ECW was Ethan Carter Wate, my great-great-great-great-uncle. And the other initials are GKD, and we're pretty sure the D stands for Duchannes." The boy kept rambling until Mr. Macon threw a vase across the room with his powers.

"You have no idea what you are talking about, young man." He started staring at the boy with an evil aura that I started rubbing my hands together.

"Mr. Macon relax…" Light poured from my palms and surrounded Mr. Macon with invisible dust. He visibly relaxed and then spoke to himself. I sighed and left the rest to Lena, who only had to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not fair…I have to use all my energy in creating soothing dust and all she has to do is touch his shoulder. Life equals unfair." I mumbled.

"Please do come again, Mr. Wate." My ears flew up, was Mrs. Lila's family here?

Macon

"Jason, I'm sorry I kept you in there, but I need your help." I asked calmly. He flew out of my ring and folded his arms.

"Next time you want me to stop you from killing anyone who could possibly be Lena's friend, don't trap me in there. It's like living in a burial site." He shivered. I smiled.

"You are incredibly…how may I put it? Sassy today. Have you been spending too much time with House?"

"I just don't like being locked up in that ring."

"I apologize, but I need you to do me a favor. Leave Amarie this note. I need to discuss something with her after the Gathering Days." Jason gave me salute.

"Aye, aye captain. Where does she live?" I handed him an envelope with a letter and an address on the front.

"Here's the address, although try to avoid the people she lives with…" I said. Jason grabbed the letter and flew off.

"Be careful Jason."