This has Female!James with just about every name ever.


"No, no, no!" Remus screamed.

"That torch isn't working either?" Peter said. "I thought all of them worked.

"Neither is mine!" Sirius muttered angrily. "What about you, Jai?" No response.

"Jazzy!" All three screamed in worry.

The 'Worst Halloween EVER' sign in the living room lit out, leaving them in utter darkness.

Why they decided to spend Halloween in an abandoned haunted house was beyond Sirius. A light appeared on the stairs leading to the basement.

"The one night Jasmine lost her voice. We're doomed! Jasmine's doomed! We're dying!" Remus screamed.

"No talking of dying! Sirius, what should we do?"

"I'm not Jaz, Peter!" Sirius said. "Jessie didn't even have her glasses on," his voice laced with utter fear.

"And there's no signal," Peter informed them.

"Wait. If the TV works, we're not in darkness,"

"I'll go," Remus bumped into several objects. "Won't work,"

"I'm going down," Sirius decided. "How dumb am I?" He asked Peter, who introduced them to every horror movie they'd watched.

"Dead doomed!" He responded.

"Good luck!" Remus called, still by the TV.

Sirius felt his way towards the staircase. The light seemed further away now, and Sirius sat down, unwilling to fall and die. Jasmine had gone exploring when they first came. They had given her a loud horn in hopes of hearing him if something happened, and Sirius hoped that wherever she disappeared after the lights went, she still had that horn.

"JASMINE?" Peter shouted.

"NOT JAZ, IT'S ME! SHE HASN'T GOT HER HORN!" Remus shouted, and Sirius gulped.

He heard the two of them talking above as he ventured further. He saw red lights at every turn and wondered why he ever thought he was brave.

A piano producing melancholy music, the ticking of a grandfather clock, the creaking of the floor— the silence made the sounds echo. Sirius could no longer hear his friends. He felt a cold breeze but knew it was not why he was shivering. It was impossible to see as the wood creaked below him— ancient. He heard water rushing somewhere in the distance.


"That candle saved us!" Remus finished. He and Peter had taken turns with their adventure in The Addams Mansion to Lily, Mary, Dorcas and Marlene, all of whom had decided that their holiday in the USA shouldn't have a Halloween weekend in an abandoned haunted house.

"That doesn't tell us how the two of you stopped being oblivious idiots," Lily said accusingly, but the glint of excitement proved she wasn't angry.

Okay, Sirius thought. Maybe they hadn't told the girls everything. Like what secrets hid in the house and why Jasmine had no fear of anything and knew her way around the whole place, but that was for Jasmine's, and the mansions', own safety.

"So I come up with Sirius, my voice feeling a bit better, and twist my leg," Jasmine was not lying, but the girls knew something was off.

"Uh huh," Marlene smirked.

"Maybe I kissed her down there?" Sirius admitted. "She looked... oh, words can't describe it. She was other-worldly. The dim light and candle serve wonders. Even that basement had a romantic air to it,"

The girls giggled. "Black is SO crazy for you, Jaz," Mary said.

"I heard he has a ring with him," Dorcas whispered to Jasmine, who blushed.

"Oi!" He hollered.

What did those four hide? You might think.

Why, all the supernatural elements, of course. Even a haunted, abandoned house needs its privacy. And its inhabitants and not-inhabitants, seeing as some couldn't be considered living, had implored secrecy, though the tactics hadn't been within the realm of begging; Jasmine was fond of it remaining their memories.