"Thank you, Sir Truebridge," the ghost bowed in quiet appreciation to the second year's yielding nature at this delicate time.

Clearing his throat, Sir Nicholas risked floating a little closer to the Lady Helena and offered yet another bow before addressing her. "Milady," he dreamily sighed, one had placed politely on the small of his back. "I was wondering if you would do me the honour of accompanying me on a glide around the seventh floor corridor tomorrow in the late afternoon?"

It was a very fortunate thing that ghosts were incapable of blushing.