Text Cut: Howler & Sir Nicholas
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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.
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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?
"Dragon racing," Helena echoed wondrous.
"I don’t think that’d ever be allowed at Hogwarts except at very special occasions like at a school tournament. Headmistress Truebridge wouldn’t allow it." Not after the most tragic death last year.
She was fully expecting Sir Nicholas to take her up on her wish to spend the evening in his company when they were very rudely interrupted by a crimson coloured envelope Helena identified as a howler. Said howler zoomed back and forth through Sir Nick and then it continued to zip this way and that in front of him.
Pulling out her fan Helena waved vigorously with it after the howler her irritation on Sir Nicholas behalf clear in her indignant voice.
"Chooo! Chooo, you ghastly thing! Deliver your message and leave."