Starting Lockwood and Co. on the Netflixes and I'm pretty sure this is just Anna Dressed in Blood: UK Edition. This may be too hot to handle and too cold to hold, is what I'm saying here.
Here we are at Hogwarts, I mean Brakebills, I mean the Academy of Unseen Arts, I mean Xavier's School for (British) Gifted Youngsters.
Fuck, it seems like the only cure for being ghost locked is an ice pick to the ol' noggin, but not a doctor.
Aw fuck I don't totally hate this show. This is gonna be fun. Also the weed is starting to hit so.
We have title! Welcome to Lockwood and Co. Where the date is unclear and the ghosts are not.
England, with interiors by C.S. Lewis.
The Lion, The Witch, and the What-the-fuck
For a bunch of magical teens who live in an old house together; they decorate quite nattily. Not a beer bottle tower to be seen.
Is there zoning in effect that limits the number of lights for a cluttered olde house?