Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh GOODNESS!

Ooooooooooooooooooh what Marion would give right now for a pair of sturdy arms that would not just pass through the POOR LITTLE DEAR and give her an AWFUL chill.

"Oh my dear sweet child," the ghost cooed, gliding even closer to the little dear. "I am oh so teeeeeerribly sorry for your loss." To come to know such sadness at such a young age....it made Marion's semitransparent heart simply want to break. Of all the horrors students had seen at Hogwarts, nothing could compare to the emotions involved in something like this. "You can tell Marion Burbage aaaaaaaall about it any time you wish, my dear," she smiled at the young one as she floated in a sitting position beside the dear little Ravenclaw.

And then they were joined by a daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarling little Hufflepuff. "Helloooooo," she beckoned to the boy. "A friend of yours, Azura, yes?" Marion prided herself on being quite perceptive on such matters. "Come come, my dear boy, we are going to provide your darling little friend here with some good cheer and good company."

Yes. That vacant spot on the opposite side of Azura should do just lovely.