As much as her ladyship despised Miffy and everything the poltergirl stood for, Lady Helena still found herself drifting out to the wedding and then up here to celebrate the joyous occasion. Because that's what it was meant to be: an occasion filled with joy at the union of two people in love. It hadn't happened before at this school so this was special, indeed. It was just a pity that it was between two people that... well.

The Grey Lady clasped her hands nearly in front of her as she paused in mid-air to listen to Sir Nicholas's speech. Always the brave man, he was. Her lips tugged up into the smallest of smiles while he spoke, though there was mild confusion about the tusks. What was that in reference to, Nicholas? Do share that story.

When he was done, she immediately sought to greet him but, midway, changed her mind. The ghost of Ravenclaw tower who had made a mental vow to never cross paths with Miffy, found herself floating towards her instead. This was her attempt at being the better of the two female spirits. "I would like to offer my congratulations on your... wedding," That last word was hard to utter. "I sincerely hope the two of you prosper from this union and enjoy a blissful married life." That was all.