"My, my, my." Tsked a quiet voice; which, despite its pitch, could be heard all the way down the table. "Ravenclaws acting in such a manner. What happened to your house pride? This is such a shameful act!" For a moment, you cannot determine where the voice is coming from.

Within moments, however, you take note of a pale woman nearby. She appears to be...floating?

Dressed in regal, though old-fashioned, attire, the quiet voice speaks again. "You show great disrespect to your house mates, your fellow students, and to the professors of this school. I would have never thought that I would see such a day." A look of severe disappointment was present on her pretty, yet pale, nearly transparent complexion.