Frowning when he heard voices, Irial looked up from his book and closed it quickly. Well, this was brilliant. Could he not go anywhere to find a bit of piece and quiet? Sighing to himself, he tucked his book into his cloak pocket and headed back towards the common room.

"If anyone bothers me in there...I'll hex 'em," he muttered, wanting nothing more than to just be left alone and disappear. Sighing once more, he passed the two students who were chatting, rather loudly, and made toward the common room.

Now he knew how Myrtle felt, being ignored and left alone.

Though he wanted it, it was rather lonely. What a sad existence ghosts led. He was partially glad he wasn't one.