Welcome back to New Bedlam Asylum! Here are the highlights of Day Five:
Huh????!!!!
Sunday: "I feel so much better now. Thanks!"
"Harry": I've made it with both Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood. All right! Giggity giggity!
I hate you both!
Logan: I sense a disturbance in the force.....
In his mind, "Harry" is actually enjoying a game of wizard's chess.
"Harry" somehow always manages to find one of his books lying around.
Norabelle: "Hey, aren't you the same guy who volunteered the day Arden died?"
Stuart: "Yeah. I'm really sorry that happened. He seemed like a nice guy..."
Norabelle: "You'd better not be carrying some kind of curse. If anyone dies today, I don't think you should volunteer anymore."
Stuart: "What?! A little superstitious, aren't we?"
Norabelle: "I'm watching you!"
So what was with the photobooth tryst with "Harry"? Is the mourning period over so soon?
Sunday: "Stop it. It didn't mean anything. It was solace."
Sunday: "I love grilled cheese, don't you?"
Sunday has let me know that I must have rolled grilled cheese for her secondary aspiration....
Molly made it to her third trimester! Win!
Scotty: Molly smells terrible!
Stuart: *bes engulfed in Molly's BO*
Arden: That hussy! I'm not in the grave two days and already she's forsaken me! She'll pay for this. They all will....
Arden is a very mean ghost!
Molly: "Can't you do anything right, Norabelle? You let Sunday slip through your fingers! Don't let it happen with Logan. Don't you dare! If you don't save him you'll be sorry because my dad is a hitman and I will totally make sure he comes here and kills you while you sleep!"
Sure he is, Molly.....
Norabelle: "Not again! You must be cheating!"
Grim: "I never cheat, young lady."
Norabelle: Ugh, really? There's food not ten steps from where you're standing! Stop whining!
Scotty has taken to watching Norabelle in the shower.
Scotty: "And where do you think you're going?"
"Harry": "To bed. I heard there's only one left and I'm claiming it on account of being famous and my parents getting killed."
Scotty: "Pfft. I don't think so. Molly has first claim on the bed."
"Harry": "You mean Hermione? No way! She's in bed too often as it is - it's making her fat and lazy!"
Scotty: "You knocked her up, you half wit! The lady's pregnant!"
"Harry": "Not possible. I cast a spell of protection first."
Harry: My spell of protection - why didn't it work? What's happening to my powers?
Arden: *stalks in the background*
Yup, you're pretty much the only eye candy left, Scotty....
Arden had his way with "Harry".
Norabelle: "Okay, let's try this again..."
Harry: She saved my life! She is instantly the most powerful and attractive witch I have ever met!
Barking up the wrong tree, there....
Arden came back to finish the job.
Norabelle: "Please, you don't understand! There's this ghost that keeps killing everybody! You're Death - call him off! Make him leave us be, I'm begging you!"
Norabelle picked the wrong hand this time around.
Arden: I vow never to rest until I have taken my revenge on you all!
Poor Molly....
Oh my god, you guys! Only three inmates left! Arden is hardcore! I'm really hoping for that genie lamp right now. Another night like this one and I'm gonna end up failing the challenge (because there'd be no point in just having Norabelle living by herself in an asylum full of ghosts, right?"