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Nearly Headless Nick 
No one? Pity. Seemed Gryffindor chivalry was not what it once ways.
Taking it upon himself to float amongst the living, Sir Nicholas spotted the woman soon enough and his ghostly features curved into a smile.
"Ah yes, there you are Professor Bentley. I have a rather urgent matter I wish to discuss with you regarding your lions here. One in particular, actually."
She was still lost with the whole schmoes thing or whatever this was, so when she heard the voice of Sir Nicholas address her, she was only too happy to surrender her stick thing... and the burnt crisp on the end of it.
"Sir Nicholas," she grinned broadly at the House Ghost.
"Urgent you say?... Are we missing someone? Did they break something? Set something on fire?"... what happened?
Even in spite of his smile she could only think of
bad things that could possibly be urgent.