{IRIS}
"Landlady!"
A moment later, the familiar translucent figure burst out of the side room in a panic, clutching a broom as though it were a weapon. Dust flew everywhere as she flailed.
"What—what—where's the fire?" the ghost cried. "I heard fire! Is there fire? Why is there fire?"
"Landlady," I snapped, grabbing her attention before she could spiral further.
She froze mid-panic. Slowly, she adjusted her crooked spectacles, squinting at me as if I were an unfinished memory.
"Oh." Her voice softened. "Oh, is that you, Iris? Wait—are you calling me? And why on earth are you standing outside in nothing but your nightgown?"
"That's not important right now." I seized her broom hand before she could start lecturing. "Do you know where the vampires are holding their freshman welcoming party?"
Her brows knitted together. "Huh? Do I look like a vampire to you? Of course I don't know."
