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Seemed like the Grey Lady was in a good mood, which was wonderful. David enjoyed talking to her the most when she was like this, and he beamed as she said she had read some books. "Sounds nice!" he responded, on the verge of asking 'but how did you turn the pages' when the conversation suddenly swung back toward his mother.
David's brow creased slightly, but he answered his House Ghost nonetheless. "Yes ma'am. She has a lot more time to buy stuff she doesn't need now." Uhhhh well, that had come out awfully truthful. He covered up by adding, "And she's been busy writing a book. Maybe you can read it, when it comes out soon!" IF she had a way to turn the pages. David still wanted to know about that.
His mind still attached to that question, he was a bit surprised when the Grey Lady floated closer and suddenly asked him about his friends. "Huh?" Since when did the House ghosts ask about their interpersonal relationships?? "Yeah, I mean, I doooooo, I have LOTs of lady-- well, girls who are my friends." He didn't think they were LADIES though, really. They weren't OLD. "Char Kettleburn is my best friend! She's a Gryffindor and so is Genny Tate and so is Ava Burton but they're ALL my friends." Even though they were Gryffindors.
He figured the Grey Lady probably understood what it was like to be friends with Gryffindors though. She was friends with Nearly Headless Nick, wasn't she!
Laughing warmly Helena leaned forward to confide in David.
"We women are very fond of our clothes. I had quite an extensive shoe and dress collection when I was alive you know? I miss it sometimes." Shaking away the sad though Helena promised
"I'll of course read your mother's book when it comes to Hogwarts! I'm sure Mr Kitridge will have plenty of copies."
Smiling faintly she commented.
"It's good that you have so many friends David. Sir Nicholas is my friend and well then there is the Bloody Baron too but he is not a friend per see." Too much hurtful memories. They probably never could be friends. That was the Baron's fault.
"How do you keep being friends with someone?" David had to know didn't he? He had lots of lady friends.