Sir Nicholas merely chuckled at the distress of the lady Gryffindor. Honestly, she was the one who had been overly loud just now? It was the same sort of reaction one would have expected from the ghost should Peeves have popped up with his annoying self.

He was loud as well. Obnoxiously so. Natalia was not that terrible.

"Fear thee not, Zeke. I am not daft enough to believe such a tale," he reassured the young man. That is, if the Gryffindor honestly thought the ghost believed her tale. "I suggest in the future to come up with a more believable story. Gryffindor has a long line of on-their-toes sorts."

Floating a bit more about the room while eagerly examining boxes that he could not open. "Ah yes, the lady Valeria Myriadd. She was quite font of the twins," he mused, mostly to himself than to the two Gryffindors with whom he shared present company.