Hmm, this is actually harder than I thought. Being deceased means that many of my wishes are no longer relevant. Though someone may need to tell Master Gracey, physical possessions don’t have quite the same level of gratification when you are no longer alive to fully enjoy the. I guess the thing I would class as my greatest wish would be to be able to know for sure that my Disney home will remain there forever and be beloved by the mortal guests.
((I kept reading The Seven Ravens as The Seven Rats and got very confused at how that did not sound like a familiar fairytale. I’m not sure why I confused rats and ravens.))
Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty?
I don’t spend my afterlife preening myself before a mirror like some kind of caged bird; I have much more important things to be doing such as running this haunted home of ours. I think I have the physical virtues needed for a Victorian lady to get through life though I am sure some of the more uppity members of my social class would have called me a little plain. I was always more keen to go galloping off on my horse with my hair flying around me than be tightly made up just for the sake of appealing to other people
The seven Ravens: Do you have any siblings? How is your
relationship to them?
I cannot say I do, not biologically anyway. Naturally all 998 if the happy haunts are like my siblings in that I both love and hate them in equal measure and would certainly be lost without them despite my frequent grumbling. I did have an older brother but, like most children of my time, he died before the age of 6. It makes me wonder if the reason my mother was so hard on me was because she had been first blessed with the perfect male heir and then had him snatched away. Of course I, as a female therefore incapable of inheriting the estate or carrying on the family name, would not meet her expectation.