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Morrigan had to be one of the most respectable ghouls in the school, the siren decided. She had been easy to talk to and they had come very easily to an agreement on who would take care of their 'baby' when and how. The first night in she would take it, then him, and pretty much they would just alternate who got to take care of the pumpkin. They did agree however that at some point they needed to dress it up and make it look fabulous. Really. It would the best dressed pumpkin ever.

Dreaming of said fabulous pumpkin child, the Siren had no idea of his partner's distress. He thought she must have been doing darn well. So as he heard her voice crack out and scare him away, the Siren stumbled his way out of his room, tripping on the rocks of his floor. "Huh wha?" Peeping out of his dorm room, he realized with slow dread the ghoul who screamed his name was indeed his partner. And in her arms was their pumpkin.
It was crying.
"What did you do to our baby?" He stopped then looked at her. "And jack, what happened to you?"

Oh god it was the look. The look any female could make and anyone with half a brain, (or even non in some of Halloween Town could attest to), and they would know they were going to suffer if the female was not attened too. Israfel got this look a lot back home, but seeing it on Morrigan's face? Oh no, he wasn't going to even try and attempt to skitter around this issue. "In my room them." Sure, him taking a girl into his room could be seen as bad, but really. It was Morrigan, she had a crying pumpkin on her hands, could anyone blame the siren for shuffling her in the door when she prompted? The case she made about how some monsters didn't like to be woken was also true. Some were..less understanding then others.
The lights flicked on, torches on the wall, free standing ones lined along in the water and scattered on the small island like set up The Siren had. Hopping the stone from door to the island, the nest of soft feathers and fur was tucked away under the tree. A tiny humming bird sprites came down to follow her master, obviously twittering her worry.

"Sit down, maybe we can just-" The pumpkin screamed. Literally screamed. "Okay okay let me hold it, maybe it'll calm down then! God, you think I should sing to it?" Singing always put him to sleep. At least when it was his mom singing. It couldn't be that hard to just sing a lullaby, could it?

Pushing a good amount of the soft material around the pumpkin Israfel didn't think it needed to be watered or changed. It didn't need food. The sire sighed and ran his hand down it, attempting to sooth it. "I think-" She had fallen asleep. The pumpkin was calming down now, screaming less and less until it was just a slow hiccuping whimper. Soothing their pumpkin, Israfel hummed a gentle melody, letting a soft note or two escape his mouth. It wasn't really singing. He didn't want to try and ruin it. But oddly, his tiny tune made the pumpkin sigh in contentment, wiggling oddly into its miniature nest within a nest. Order restored, Israfel looked at his partner. She was a wreck, and the poor ghoul and obviously worn herself to the brittle bones.

As silent as he could be, Israfel pulled over a spare fur blanket he had shoved into a corner of his nest, laying it over Morrigan. It was black even, a perfect match to her natural accents! Happy to at least know both his pumpkin and his partner were now both going to be fine, Israfel smiled as his hummingbird sprite sat on the 'baby' already fond of the little thing. Curling into the ring of the nest, Israfel kept the pumpkin between him and Morrigan. They would get a good grade no doubt. Just look at their pumpkin! All sleeping, (it...was sleeping right?). Speaking of sleep, he was a bit tired himself. Snuggling into his nest, Israfel hummed the melody of his childhood. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to begin. He almost felt a tad excited to try and raise a pumpkin.

It would be a good thing he slept well in the end, and eventually, the siren would find pumpkins were not as easy as he liked to think.