‘Thanks’, the young Ravenclaw smirked and found a place to sit. ‘I don’t believe we met before… I’m Gwen’, the third year went on talking and extended her hand.

The story started rather promising, but Gwen frowned a little as the love part began. Why can’t there be stories WITHOUT it?! Really. It would be much better, the third year told herself and then drew her attention back to what was happening. Though… it was after all a ghost story, so that should make it better. Mhmm… possibly.

As some other character appeared, Gwendolyn glimpsed at the stage . A play! She really wasn’t expecting that! Anyway, it seemed like he was going to act rather well too. Gwen admired anyone that could act at all, because she knew she would have probably burst into laughing from the moment she’d have stepped on the stage.