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Nearly Headless Nick Suddenly, a pale, transparent, floating man appeared through one of the walls and stopped over the Gryffindor table, "Well,well, its been years since I've seen this place, but I must say you all look like a wonderful crop of Gryffindors. Gryffindor for the cup!" At his last words he thrust his fist into the air, yelling the last four words and suddenly his head flopped off to one side. "Oh bother."
Cale, just having taken a bite of steak, starting coughing as the ghost came out of nowhere and scared the living daylights out of him. He had only seen a ghost in this castle once, right before he got sorted--he had walked through him too, and that was enough to make ANYONE freaked out by them.
As he swallowed his food, he remembered that each of the houses had ghosts, and judging by the way this poor fellow was almost losing his head, this HAD to be there's...what was his name again? Emma had told him once and he had completely forgotten.
"Erm...right! Gryffies for the cup!" he said, not knowing anything ELSE to say, as he held his fist in the air, just as the ghost did.