Lance waved his hands back and forth rapidly to try and speed up the process of his nails drying and frowned at the screen where Ava was speeding through footage so fast it made his head hurt. All this nonsense about Robin… Well, it wasn't like he wasn't worried either. Robin was a good kid, it'd suck if anything bad had happened to him. Lance sighed and stopped waving his hands, instead deciding to blow on his nails. Less of an annoyance.

Ava stopped skipping through the video and spun her chair around to face the ground. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in a while. Looked like she had been picking up Clay's bad sleeping habits.

"OK, I think this is it," She said with a small sigh, "I don't really know what to expect so, yknow. Just watch out, I guess." With that, she spun her chair back around and turned the volume up.

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Robin was cold. So cold, in fact, that he felt like he shouldn't be alive. He struggled slightly against the hands that pinned his wrists to the ground, but gave up. It was just, too cold.

A bright green light flashed in front of his eyes, and he squinted at it.

A woman, or technically, the ghost of a woman, stood over him. Her was short and curly, and her form was bright green in contrast to the blue of the others. She smiled at him, her teeth were sharp and pointed.

"Look at what we have here," She crooned, "Another child who needs my help."

Robin struggled once more, only to be met with a soft laugh. The woman reached down and held his face. Her hands weren't cold like the other ghosts. She was warm. Robin stopped and looked at her.

"I don't need your help," He said, "I don't even know who you are! I just want to-"
She held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Don't know who I am?" She asked, incredulous, "Don't know who you're own auntie is? Why, I'm hurt Robin! Simply hurt!"

Robin opened his mouth to protest. His aunt was dead, but not like this. She hadn't been evil. He knew she hadn't. Yet the woman laughed loudly before he could say anything. She pulled her hands away from him, and the cold returned.

"Nah, I'm just kidding. Though this is Swan's body, I'm not her." She grinned, all warmth from her gaze was gone, instead replaced with a hot fire.

"You can call me Ms. Envy, and I'm afraid I'm going to take your body now."

"What're you-"

She dissolved, almost becoming a mist, and then seeped into Robin. A scream ripped through his throat, and the ghosts let go of him.

He twitched once, and was still. His eyes flashed green.

"Did it work?" Asked one of the wizards, "I'd hate to have gone through all of that trouble only for his will to be too strong for her to-"
"Oh shut up, it worked."

Robin sat up and rubbed his wrists where the ghosts had held him. But there was something off about the way he moved. It was jerky and uncertain. The wizard who had spoken flinched back from him, and held their staff close to their chest.

"So," said another, leaning forward, "How is it?"

"Fine," Robin replied, moving to stand, "Weird, but fine. Kid had some serious issues. His head is like a haystack full of needles."

A chuckle passed through the gathered wizards.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Robin shrugged, "Cause trouble, probably. Help the kid out a bit. It's what I do-"

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Ava stopped the video.

Silence hung in the common room. Aaron couldn't even come up with anything encouraging to say. Lance could practically feel the guilt coming off of everyone in waves.

It was awkward, and honestly more than a little upsetting.

Clay was the first to break the silence.

"I didn't know… That he felt that way about everything."

"None of us did," Ava responded slowly, "It's not just you."

"Yeah, but I should've…" Clay paused as he looked for the right thing to say, "I should've talked to him. Ask how he was doing."

Lance sighed from where he was sitting, and thought for a second. He had never really had any big problems with his sibling. To be fair though, he hardly ever saw her. What could he say to help? Just don't see your sibling for months on end and your relationship should be fine? No, that was stupid. Besides, this was a sibling issue that included ghosts and creepy possession, not whether or not someone had worn someone else's socks despite being told not to. He looked up as Fletch began to talk.

"Could we just… use magic to get her out of him?"

There was a loud clunk in the ceiling above them, and then a panel of the vents dropped down onto the ground. Lance did as any self respecting knight did and screamed.

Shortly after the panel fell, down dropped Allie. Her hair was grey with dust that was stuck in it, and a few cobwebs clung to her clothes here and there. Lance tried not to vomit as he noticed a large spider sitting on her forehead.

"Hell no y'can't jus' use magic!" She snapped at Fletch, causing him to snap out of his confused state, "You'd hurt the poor feller!"

"H-How do you know this?" Jestro asked.

"Shut up n trust me," She said back at him, "Ah jus' do. Th'best thing ya'll c'n do is jus' help him break through on his own."
Lance knew that she said for them to trust her, but he was having a really hard time doing that. For example, she had taken the spider off of her forehead as she had been talking, and had eaten it. Just… shoved it right in her mouth. But Clay seemed to be trusting her just fine.

"Alright," Clay said, "We'll try everything we can when he gets back."
He turned to face the group and gave a determined smile.

"Let's get Robin out of this mess!"

((Title is from A Sadness Runs Through Him by the Hoosiers))