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"Oohhh!" The witch cooed in sudden understanding, "So you're a scientist, then?" Belladonna had once known a scientist here at Amityville. He had been a little strange and she was certain his shovel tried to kill her once, but he had been nice. "And you're not dumb, don't say such things! You just... Speak a little differently is all!" Here she shrugged as a way to let him know it was alright that he was different. In her opinion, all their differences were what made Halloweentown the best place ever.

Yet before Belladonna could say anything else about flesh and meat and sweets (the first two made her cringe while the second made her feel a little hollow in her stomach, an indication that she was beginning to get hungry) she paused to watch her treat make a new friend. The zombie picked up the treat who let out a tiny squeak of delight, but when Mortimer placed Cuddley on his head the treat all but lost itself in its joy. Its wings fluttered happily and it stuck out its arms for balance, then decided against that and instead flattened itself against his head so that its little pink wings hung down on the sides of his face. Belladonna could not contain herself and she pressed her fingers to her mouth as the laugh poured out.
"He seems to like you!" Which was saying a lot since Cuddley wasn't the most... Cuddley of creatures.

"Nu-uh!" She suddenly announced, jumping a little toward Mortimer. "I'm not any scarier than you! Don't try to divert me from what I was saying..." She paused as one pointer finger touched her cheek. "What was I saying...Again?" A long pause. "You're scary..." She finally said, her voice soft and insecure sounding. He at least looked like a monster whereas she looked like a human on Halloween with a lot of money to spend on a big costume. It was something she felt rather insecure about and now that she was a strange shade of her former self, she just couldn't be too overconfident to not show it...

The witch stood with wide eyes and watched the zombie make various faces and though she felt he was still scarier than her, she at least smiled because he was just reacting to her outrageous and exuberant ways. When he suggested she perhaps hide and then jump at someone, she couldn't stop the little giggle that seeped from behind the hand pressed to her mouth.
"Yes, I suppose that would be rather scary..." Finally she shrugged and put her hands out, in a 'What are you gonna do' type motion. "I suppose I'm just doomed to be ridiculously cute for the rest of my life. Thankfully I have a scary monster at my back."
Well, she WOULD have a scary monster at her back by the time she graduated Amityville. At least that was the plan when it came to her FEAR. Anyways, that wasn't the point.

"Looking for?" The witch jumped a little at the zombie boy's shout, her hands coming up to protect herself. "The Undead Dorms? Oh sure! I know where those are!" I think... "Unpack? Gracious me, of course! Why didn't you say so earlier, you silly thing?"
With a bright smile Belladonna took the boy's hand and turned toward the little path that wound up through the grass and back toward the dorms.
"You must not have been here very long if you haven't even finished unpacking." She paused to think, still holding onto his hand. "Well, perhaps then again maybe not... It did take me a very long time to unpack all my things..."
But that was a thought she didn't really want to consider since she had finished her unpacking in her self-imposed imprisonment. Best to change the subject...
"So! What does you FEAR manifest as??"

"Lightning in your brain? How very clever!" The witch mused aloud, choosing not to question the boil on his strange need to shake her hand again while she lead him to the dorm rooms. The idea of lightning in one's brain did seem a little dangerous, but the witch figured that perhaps zombies had a different genetic make-up that kept them from being constantly electrocuted by it. If that were the case, it wouldn't be dangerous at all! But that didn't mean Belladonna was going to go around and try to see this lightning, oh no. She was smarter than that and much rather preferred her hair to be slightly curly rather than static-shocked.
"Bad accuracy? Oh well, you're only a first year so for the first little while its rather... Unhelpful." The hand wrapped around his squeezed in reassurance. "My FEAR is an armor skeleton pulled from the Death Tarot Card. Last year, when I was only a first year the skeleton barely came up to my knees! It was so tiny, like a little toy. But now its a little big, about hip-height. Maybe bust... Not sure, haven't tested it out yet. Not really." Her exam hadn't required her to call her FEAR so she didn't know.

The were a great many more things Belladonna wanted to mention to the boil, but before she could she stopped short in the shadow of the Undead Dorms. Had she ever visited these dorms? She couldn't remember... She had been to the Ghost Dorms countless times and she lived in the Reaper Dorms. Why, she'd even visited the inside of the Demon Dorms once when she had been waiting for a certain boil that no longer attended the school. But the Undead Dorms? No, never.
Just as she was going to lead Mort inside, the little Love-A-Lot treat atop Mort's head let out a tiny squeak and began to slid off.

With a small shout of dismay, the witch bounced forward and grabbed the treat, rescuing it from sudden death by falling, but only at the expense of colliding with Mort. There was a small moment where she feared she might topple forward and cause them both to hit the ground, but she managed to push backwards and regain her balance. Flushed from having touched the boil, Belladonna took a few more steps backwards.
"I'm so sorry!" She told him, one hand over her mouth while the other pressed the treat into her chest. (The little creature had no knowledge of what had passed and instead cuddled into her and promptly fell asleep.)
Before the witch could wait for a reaction, the realization of what had just happened crashed down on the witch.

She had met a very nice boil, one who was a little shy and not very talkative but who seemed to enjoy her company.
He had talked to her and asked for her help.
She had helped him.
He had even been so kind as to make friends with her pet and carry it for her.
Then she had the audacity to act bravely and jumped forward to save said pet and basically molest the poor boil with her person (and to a lesser extent, her dress.).
THE POOR THING.

Without a pause the witch turned to run away, her voice high and squeaky and very nervous-sounding.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to molest you I promise never to do it again thank you for carrying Sir Cuddley, he appreciates it muchly I'll have to take a rain-check on eating with you but it would be fun let's hang out again!!!" The witch shouted as she took the few running steps away from him. Then she paused, whirled around and ran back toward him. Without warning she jumped up and wrapped on arm around him, forcing him into a very close hug with her.
"Thank you for being so nice to me." She whispered, then in a flash she was off again, running back to her dorm room where she would spend the rest of the day analyzing what had happened and wondering if he would think her mad. Later on she would wait for him on the bridge and wonder if he had gone on the field trip. But for now, Belladonna merely hoped they would meet again, for he was rather nice.