The headless haunt had been staring at her marker board for the past two minutes. It wasn't like she had MANY messages to read, in fact today there was just one.
Bartholomew Mudd had left a message on her marker board.

The infestation of JOY in Christmas had made Alwine lose her head (yes, you may laugh) and kiss the boil. It seemed right at the time, but then again many girls had found the sloth demon cuddly. Maybe he had forgotten about it entirely? That would've been nice. Really, really convenient.

She had time to mull over it as she drifted towards the demon dorms... why did it have to be the demon dorms? They were so luxurious, so over-the-top. It almost disgusted her. However, most of the demons she had met were really nice and seemed to have little prejudice towards ghosts.

She still floated very, very quickly towards his dorm, and almost phased out entirely when she knocked.