Was he absolutely certain he didn't want to interact with ghosts? Because he was about to have no choice in the matter.
"Aaaaaiiieeeeeee!" came a hollow screech as Ozma tore down the corridor, looking for a certain little Irish girl to torment -- despite how Mason had told her not to. It was her prerogative! Where else was she to get her entertainment?
She paused in front of an unfamiliar soul (kekeke, soul) who was much too old to be a student. A new Auror, perhaps? Ozma buzzed right in front of his face, nearly touching him -- as much as an ethereal wisp could be touched.
"You don't belong here!" she bellowed. This might be fun, too.
Not really that hungry, Lexi was currently taking a walk around the school. She needed to clear her head from all the homework she was doing throughout the day. One more book about wolfsbane and she was sure that she would explode
( ... )
Nick stumbled backwards in surprise, hazel eyes widening a bit. First screeching and then.... a ghost. That shouldn't have been such a surpise, should it? He was, after all, at Hogwarts and should have seen it coming. Still, he was caught off guard, and it showed. "What the--"
He blinked. He knew that ghost, didn't he? Or, at least he thought he did. He took a few steps back. "Er..." Pause. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, so he quickly looked about the room and spotted a girl down the hallway. He almost waved her over, but chose against it, sending her a slightly pleading look nevertheless.
His gaze went back to the ghost. "Er, right. Maybe you're right?" He shrugged and backed away a bit more.
People, he could deal with. But ghosts? Were crazy.
Ozma sighed loudly, shoulders sagging. He just gave in and admitted she was right? No fighting back? And he was so unsettled! Normally that would be a triumph, but if he was truly an Auror, the ghost was very disappointed. He should be accustomed to screechy, scary things. Saving the world from dark beasts and even Darker Lords, and all that
( ... )
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"Aaaaaiiieeeeeee!" came a hollow screech as Ozma tore down the corridor, looking for a certain little Irish girl to torment -- despite how Mason had told her not to. It was her prerogative! Where else was she to get her entertainment?
She paused in front of an unfamiliar soul (kekeke, soul) who was much too old to be a student. A new Auror, perhaps? Ozma buzzed right in front of his face, nearly touching him -- as much as an ethereal wisp could be touched.
"You don't belong here!" she bellowed. This might be fun, too.
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He blinked. He knew that ghost, didn't he? Or, at least he thought he did. He took a few steps back. "Er..." Pause. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, so he quickly looked about the room and spotted a girl down the hallway. He almost waved her over, but chose against it, sending her a slightly pleading look nevertheless.
His gaze went back to the ghost. "Er, right. Maybe you're right?" He shrugged and backed away a bit more.
People, he could deal with. But ghosts? Were crazy.
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