Kurumi needed to cling to something, or someone, and the person closest to her just happened to be a certain Gryffindor Prefect. She practically leaped onto his lap when he asked them to think about other views of ghosts. "P-P-Professor," Kurumi squeaked with her hand raised. "I-I-I-I grew up being told about Onryō...or vengeful ghosts...F-F-For example...th-th-there is one story about a samurai who vows to his dying wife never to remarry. He soon breaks the promise, and his former wife's onryō beheads the new bride." Kurumi squeaked again and literally was sitting on Patroclus' lap now.

She looked around. If anything white moved, she probably would scream. "W-W-W-We also think that ghosts dress in white, have black hair that is usually long, their hands dangle lifelessly from the wrists and they don't really have any visible legs..."

Her little 12-year-old body was shaking now. Ghosts were a very scary subject.