Originally Posted by Grey Lady

Why was he fussing around with the hat? Helena wondered silently. Ignoring the hat all together she raised a brow in surprise. "They did? I thought they'd win this year. Do the students seem to enjoy the foul smelling sport as much as quidditch?" It was the only sport they had available aside from duelling of course.

Nodding she said "Yes, the eagles are doing quite well. They recently had a paint war down by the lake. The state of their clothes and hands after made me shudder. They seemed to have had fun though." It was the most important thing, but still the stains and such. Shudder.

"I'm glad I shook off the Baron tonight. I'd much rather spend the night in your company than his." The lady said softly, her eyes downcast.

Originally Posted by HOWLER!

There was an extra special message that needed delivering and the howler was on a mission. Had to make the recipient KNOW and had to do so with as much zeal as is to be expected from a howler.

Down the corridor it zipped, aware it was arriving at it's destination but when it approached the ghost it went right through, darting down the corridor.

What what what?

No one was escaping the howler today! It reared around and charged again...going right through a second time. Welp, it could do this all day til it exploded.

Originally Posted by Nearly Headless Nick

Not wishing to insult the Head of House whom Helene worked closely with, Sir Nicholas tried to pick his words wisely. "Judging from the way Gryffindors speak of it, it is of my belief that the only thing that could possibly compete with quidditch in the hearts of Gryffindors would be something along the lines of dragon racing," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Certainly not rolling little round objects along a playing board. Delicate precision was not something most Gryffindors were known for.

Pleased to hear that the eagles were doing fine as well, Sir Nicholas felt his un-beating heart skip a beat at the Ravenclaw ghost's words. With every intention of floating closer to her...

...he instead had his path interrupted by a crimson coloured envelope. A very persistent one at that!

Mouth forming a long 'O' underneath his small moustache, Sir Nicholas watched the thing zoom back and froth right through his front. How rude!

"Do you mind, you ghastly thing?" Sir Nicholas spat, waving his hand at the howler as he zipped this way and that. "Just explode and be done with it!"

His curiosity was tickled, however. Just who would be sending him one of these? Furthermore, how did they expect him to receive it?