"Sister? Oh dear, do you wish me to do something about it m- Lily." Genie asked, still weary and somewhat tripped up about not being able to refer to her as her Master.
"Sssh, keep it down. Just, hide back in your lamp superquick okay?" Lily told her. Genie did as she asked, exploding in a puff of smoke and sucking herself back inside the Lamp's confines. However since it wasn't permanently trapped in stasis this time, it was more of a peak-hole or cornercut rather than a prison. She could still see out the lamp's smoke hatch however.
Lily grabbed the lamp and hid it under her pastel-pink shirt. She made her way through all the old garbage and antiques, climbing down a dusty ladder carefully until she found herself back in the regular confines of her home.
"Lily, COME DOWN AND PUT AWAY YOUR SHIT!" The course voice rang out again. In a panic Lilynette ran down the stairs, hopping with gleeful abandon into the musky living room. Some show about Haunted Subway tunnels was on, and missing the show was a very angry matron. In the centerspace of the room was a couch filled with dolls, ponies, action figures and plush toys. Lilynette scrambled to pick them all up, apologizing giddily as she waddled her way upstairs, only for a certain Lamp to fall onto the floor.
"Seriously, when will you learn to fucking pick up your crap for once?" An older women said, bending down in her black and red flannel skirt to retrieve the 'toy' dropped. "Like this, when you play house or Genie or whenever why don't you take all your shit back up when you're d-"
Before the women could finish Lilynette grabbed it nervously, dropping all her other toys in the process.
"-done?"
Puffs of Smoke bellowed out the hatch, owing to the fact it'd been dropped and shaken swiftly and Genie wasn't actually 'sealed' inside technically, only crudely compressed. The women saw the smoke, and her face lit up like candles on Hanukkah.
"S-sorry big sis! Won't happen again, honest!" Lily giggled, trying to hide her slight nervousness as she rubbed the lamp innocently, not even being aware of the connotation of what she was doing with the precise object she was holding.
"Please, call me Minerva." The older women politely requested. She was splendidly delighted to see the slight smoke coming out of the lamp and knowing what it meant, owing to a life's wealth of accrued supernatural knowledge, occult interest and copious fiction reading.
"Woops! Right, I'm sorry I left my toys around 'Minvera'." The younger sibling complied, forgoing the fact that her real name was Sarah as a habitual formality.
Sarah 'Minerva' Dell, 22 years of age and alternative junkie to the dark and estranged was use to the contrary exchanges between her and her little ray of sunshine half-sister. She'd practically raised Lily by her lonesome, owing to the fact that their workaholic mother was never around and 'father' had left them long since, since apparently Joseph did not inherit his Pastor father's virtues. The marriage between their mother and conception of Lilynette was a rather quick and nebulous affair, broken off as swiftly as it began to an extent that Joseph would never actually meet Lily or his would-be step-daughter. These circumstances of imposed abandonment and independence, had taken their toll on Sarah's Psyche, and subsequently affected her self-designated role and personality over time with how she identified herself.
'Minerva' merely smiled, walking up to Lily slyly and tapping on the lamp in her hands.
"Oh I wasn't talking to you. I meant it to your friend inside there, or would 'Master' be preferable? Master Minvera, has a nice ring to it doesn't it..."
Genie gasped inside the lamp.
