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Grey Lady The Grey Lady was in a bit of a state. Though she displayed a poised outwardly appearance, the lady could hardly remember a time when she was more uncomfortable with the present predicament. Never had the ghosts been more opposed against each other on a situation.
This was the reason behind her floating here with a book in her hands. The library was her solace during such times. She needed words of wisdom from the human counterparts of the castle and this felt like the right place to do so. The books and stimulating minds at work made for a nice sight but she hardly wanted to disturb any of them just yet with the ghostly matters at hand. Not when they seemed to be so focused on their important studies.
Therefore, the lady chose to drift towards the stained glass windows and peer outside.
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Paintbrush Harvey was searching for a book on winged horses. He felt that he cold have gotten a lot more out of the lesson if he'd been more familiar with the topic - though the idea of flying those things still scared him. He hated heights.
He turned the corner around a bookshelf and spotted his house ghost lost in thought close the the windows. Which had stained glass. They looked so pretty!
He loved colours.
"Hi," she smiled and half-waved at Helena. Wait, he didn't even know how to address her! His sisters had known most of the ghosts at Hogwarts, but he hadn't heard them mention Helena often. Her...Ladyship?
"I'm Harvey, I've just started out this year in your House. It's nice to meet you," he smiled hesitantly, deciding to avoid the issue of her title altogether and hoping it was all right to just introduce himself like this. He wasn't entirely sure what else to do in the situation, though, he had interrupted her thoughts by appearing like that after all.
As much as he wanted to owl his papa about his thoughts about his recent class in Divinations, Jace managed to keep himself from writing a full-blown report on it, and sound like a helpless child who can’t think for himself. As his usual, the Ravenclaw’s mind buzzed with thoughts as he pulled out a Japanese book from his satchel and walked over to the Stained Glass window to read. He needed a distraction for the day, so a book was automatically in his hand, his head buried in it.
Engrossed, Jace walked into something cold, and had to jump back from the weird sensation. Looking up from his book, the thirteen year old paled at the sight, and immediately bowed down to their House Ghost in apology.
“Gommenasai, Lady Helena.”
Err...oops?
Slowly standing up straight, Jace turned his head to a younger Ravenclaw and gave him an apologetic nod of his head. Were they...talking? The half-Japanese really wouldn’t know since he was into the Japanese text he was reading.
“S-sorry.” He said, taking a step back ready to get out of the area.