You · live · and · you · burn

( Private )

( Nick )

Introducing 'How to be a ghost 101' by Nora.

- Yes, you can walk through walls.
- Yes, it is rude to do so in the ladies toilets.
- No, you cannot change the clothes you're wearing without mugging another ghost.
- Yes, it is surprisingly socially acceptable to do so.
- Yes, you can sleep with anything else transparent and ghost like.
- No, I am not going to explain the physics of it, just nod and accept.
- Yes, it is unspeakably rude to talk about one's death, or ask about anyone elses.
- Yes, even if they have a comedy item sticking right through their stomach.
- Yes, it is wrong to screw with the living.
- But, exceptions can be made in cases of extreme wankerness - which must be agreed upon by...anyone and everyone in a nearby circle.
- Yes, the Headless Hunt is a popular game with a lot.
- But, perhaps, it should be replaced by the head punt.
- Do not ask the Friar about God. Ever.
- Unless you like 100 years of your ears falling off.
- Fear the Council of Ghosts.
- Even if you've done nothing wrong, because on a whim, they can land you with some dickhead to look after.
- FEAR THEM!!!
- Yes, you're, in a weird sense, immortal.
- No, this does not mean you should try to re-kill yourself in creative ways.
- Yes, even though it won't make a mess on the carpet.

( Private )

( Nick )

Castle life is relatively boring. Heads should be being punted, people should be having long dramatic conversations down corridors and generally, ghosts should be causing a fuss. This is...on the side of boring. Anne's good moods are the most intriguing things to happen here in a long while.

You know what? I quite like it. Excitement is for people who have complicated lives. Obviously.

( Private )

( Nick )

You know, in four hundred years, I'm pretty sure humanity hasn't changed one bit. Especially for the better.

( Private )

( Nick )

Always remember, there has to be enough light to see the darkness, and be thankful for that, when the darkness seems all around.

( Private )

( Nick. )

It's a good day to start something new. Or...to annoy someone very, very old. And entirely headless, too. I wonder where she's got to? Maybe I should just go in search of her puppy dog. Who will be hanging around Slytherin, no doubt. Henri! Where are you?

hee. hee.

( Private )

( Nick )

Autumn is always one of those strange seasons where anything goes. Sun, rain, wind... good Merlin, why am I talking about weather?

Oh, because I can't think of anything else to say which wouldn't be outwardly aggressive towards a certain ghost. That's why.

( Private )

( Riley )

( Nick )

Ach 's cruaidh an càs ma's fuatharachd
Gheihh mi 'n aite truacantachd:
B'fhearr dhomh mura buainichinn thu
Bhith 'san uaigh am péin.

Tis all. Have fun pronouncing that, by the way. I love speaking a language nobody else can speak. Unless you count the Professor, but he won't tell anyone, will he? Or he may find himself without someone to check his grammar.

( Private )

( Nick )

Well, on this lovely summer's day, I do regret that I might have to forfeit on the House Cup this year. Come on, Hufflepuff, you don't want me to have to forfeit, we can still catch up.

Anyway, before you all go, I hope you have a nice summer and I do hope all my 7th year Hufflepuffs look after themselves in the future. Oh, and obviously enjoy yourselves, I'm not that depressing, I swear.

( Private )

( Nicholas. )

Long time since I've written in here. And fighting? What over? ..Oh. It doesn't take much logic to figure it out, now I think about it. Well, let's have no more of that.

( Private )

( The Friar )

Good morning, I guess. Or afternoon. What ever time of day this is.

( Private )
( Nick )

November. Nearly winter. It's a good time of year, if we discount the rain and other aspects of dull, British weather. So, what's going on of note this month? Anybody?

( Private )
( Nick. )

It's raining again. My sympathies to those of you who may get wet.

Despite that, autumn was always a good season. Better when one was alive, but that's a given. It's still beautiful.

So, how are the rest of you?

( Private )

( Nick )

So..what did I miss?

( Private )

Lovely weather isn't it? Nice time for a barbeque. Any members of the landed gentry wish to attend?

( Liza )

( Private )

It's a sunny day, would you believe. How nice.

( Liza )

Well. GO HUFFLEPUFF. Knew we'd win.

And..erm..sorry Nick. But a bet's a bet.

I'll be there to rescue you, don't worry.

It can't be THAT bad, surely?

can it?