Carlton hugged his books closer to his chest. Miffy and Peeves. So that's what they were called.

Note to self: Peeves and Miffy; Run if ever encountered again.

He pouted. Was he OK? Wait... Was he a Mr.? His dad was definitely a Mr. But Carlton was more like... An It.

He shook his head. "Yes, Professor." He lied in a shaky voice.

A hot chocolate would actually be the best thing in the whole world. He would remember to stop by and hold her to that hot drink later on in the term. For now, he wanted to go with the others to the Hospital Wing and he really wanted Professor Greyvson to come with.

He wouldn't mind having an adult around for a little while more after the incounter with the poltergeists. He needed all the comfort.

All of it.

"Maybe, if Professor Greyvson don't mind, it would be neat to have a professor with us..." He started. Was his tone desperate? Maybe. "Because of... Reasons." He uttered the last word as barely a whisper. A professor meant comfort and protection. All the protection!