Sir Nicholas KNEW he wasn't a mad old bat. He wasn't going senile in his old ghost age. The rancid cheese most certainly was not slipping from his stale cracker.

His dear friend, The Friar, also sensed things. He knew something was amiss. He knew something was here.

The purple eyed Ravenclaw approached making their trio into a quadruple. "No Azura, everything is certainly not okay. At least we think not. Something is AMISS. Something is HERE. Do you not sense it? Things... things happening," Sir Nicholas said, his legs floating beneath the floor as he hovered eye-level to Azura. He peered into her face with wide eyes, searching for any sign that SHE TOO felt... something amiss.

Sir Nicholas swivelled in mid-air to face the young Hufflepuff who had just said the truth. "My dear girl, yes, so often there is something going on within the castle. But you see it's not a normal sort of happening. No, it's something else. Something I can sense," he started floating up towards the ceiling, his hands crossed over his body with his right hand at his chin. "Something else entirely I think. I can sense it."