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Luna_Midnight 
A ghost. She had never seen one before. So cool. "Hello Mr. Ghost!" Que smile and a grin. House cup? Of course!!!
Mr. Ghost. First years could be so endearing sometimes. "
Allow me to properly introduce myself," he said with a small bow of the head. He made sure to hold it steady just in case it were to slip. Save that awkward introduction to why the Headless Hunt had yet again rejected his application. "
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
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Holmesian Feline
Another familiar face. Or rather eerie ghost presence in the knight's case. "Good evening Sir Nicholas," he greeted back, never minding the ghost being around. Benny nodded at the mention of the house cup. He'd be trying his best again to do his part.
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Ah so good to see you back to your youthful self, Mister Atreyu," he beamed at the lion. "
I trust the summer holidays were to your fancy?"
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sweetpinkpixie The four pointed origami star spun through the air as it made it's way towards its recipient, a one Mr. Hirase. Despite its misleading name being a serious turn-off, the professor was willing to make an exception this one time and snorted from the staff table as his 'shooting star' whizzed through the air and smacked the boy in the forehead between his eyebrows.
Before the boy could answer him, something went shooting right through his transparent chest and completely caught the ghost off guard. "
Well that certainly was uncalled for."
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Rosa Chispa Princessa Bree was so startled she took a whack at it and her hand went through it. She pulled her hand back quickly and then noticed it was Sir Nicholas, the ghost of Gryffindor from what she had read. "I'm so sorry, Your Sir Nicholas, the ghost of Gryffindor aren't you, you just startled me a bit being a ghost coming through the table. I'm Bree by the way.".
Speaking of uncalled for.
Ghostly eyes widening at the second 'attack,' Sir Nicholas' expression softed just a smidgen when the girl apologized. "
Indeed I am," he grinned. "
But I dare say you have not truly been startled until you have seen this."
And then the ghost reached up with his right hand to tug his head to the side by his hair. If only that half an inch of skin were not there...