Sir Nicholas, with no costume (because he was a ghost) came floating through the wall and continued through to the refreshment table. He might have floated through a few people, but there was food. "Hello everyone, good evening, how nice of you all to remember my 598th death day," his voice boomed. Looking thoroughly up and down the table, though, he was a bit disheartened that there was no festering food for him to inhale. "Nothing? No mouldy cheese? Rancid meat?" He looked around in question.