"Dull? Merlin's beard, NO!" the ghost exclaimed with an airy chuckle as he floated over closer to the lioness. "I was merely implying that if one wanted to make up a story, perhaps to get them out of trouble, it would be best to practice a bit more tact and make it more believable."

Just a bit of advice to all the overly curious Gryffindors out there.

"And I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you will."

Leaving her with a wink, Sir Nicholas returned to inspecting some of the orange boxes and trying to resist the urge to become a bit misty-eyed.

"The very same," he nodded as a sad smile graced his pearly white features. "Mostly for storage purposes, if I recall, but when that ghastly woman in pink tried to put a stop to everything worth living for around the castle, they moved their business in here for a time. You'll see if you go out through that door over there you'll find yourself in the sixth floor corridor," he explained, gesturing towards the door that had always been a bit of a struggle to budge. "Only those who knew about the twin's business had been persistent enough to pull and team up to open it. Ought to be a bit easier to open up from this side, however."