Molly had been pouting.
The club opening had started too early for her to attend. She could've just showed up a bit late, but she had gotten into a bit of a snit about the whole thing and refused to go.
Then she had gotten depressed.
Then she had started reading about vampires.
Now she was dressed like
a stereotype and sitting in the library trying to get a Ouija board to work.
Molly had completely gone 'round the bend.
"Oh, dark spirits," Molly says to no one in particular, "Attend to me!"
"...."
"...."
"....Oh, come on! Please?"