Simon Ghost Riley

He covered the distance from the living room to his guest/captive's bedroom in seconds, already out of habit moving on all fours like a wild animal. It wasn't far from the truth, though. Ghost's heavy hand came down on the door with heavy blows several times. «I told you to come down for dinner!» he growled, making no secret of his displeasure. How dare she disobey him! «I'm not hungry» came from behind the door a few moments later «Are you coming out? Or... Or I'll break the door down!» he couldn't stand it any longer and struck the thick wood once more with a loud bang. «Um... Master...» softly called out Soap, his closest mate, a ladies' man and joker who had somehow turned into a candlestick after the curse. «I may be wrong, but that's hardly the best way to a young girl's heart". «Please don't forget your manners» added Price, who before the curse had been head of the palace guards and now had become a hundredth watch. «But she's so stubborn!» blurted out Ghost, pointing with his paw at the door. «Gentle, sir,» said Kate, ironically turning into a teapot (because tea drinking was her favourite pastime), and her ward maids became an army of teacups. Ghosr took a breath, and then asked as calmly as possible: «Are you coming down for dinner?»