"Ohohohohoho she wiiiiiiiiiishes she were as graceful as me," the ghost chortled as she glided closer to the gryffindor boy. "No no no my dear. The ghost of whom you speak is the daaaaaaaaarling Helena Ravenclaw WHO....if I am not mistaken has become the object of affection of your own house's ghost."

Just a bit of juicy gossip to spread around.

Her head SNAPPED around to the other young man. The one who had been ever so RUDE.

"ExcuuuUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuse you," she clucked as she loomed over the young man. "Has no one ever told you it is incredibly ruuuuuuUUUUUUde to utter such things in front of people? Watch your tongue, son!"

She was a ghost but she certainly was NOT deaf. Not to mention that the young dear was incredibly wrong in his assumptions if one were going by date of births AND death day dates.


HMMMMPPPPPFFFFT!

"I am Marion Burbage," she introduced. "Former Astronomy professor here at Hogwarts until my untiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimely demise. Now I remain as the Astronomy Tower ghost." She huffed at the RUDE young man again before her attention was drawn to the little Miss. "I assure you, my dear, that I am perfectly safe here. Or am not, rather. This IS where I died."

Right over there, but children need not know those glum details.

"THANK YOU, Melbourne dear, for being the only darling with any manners," she fussed at the group, a smile on her face only for the one Gryffindor dear.

HMMMMPPPPPFFFFT!

The conversation of cows, space milk, and cloud watching went right through her ghostly form, but she DID latch on to that little bit of outside gossip. Although she was incredibly out of tune with the happenings outside of the castle save for the stray Daily Prophet left about the castle.

"I beg your pardon? Sardines?"