"You intend to do what?" Herbert asked, quite certain he had misheard his firstborn. It had sounded to the ghost as though Somersby wished to enlist in some sort of...Fog-expedition fraught with danger and uncertainty, but the spirit reasoned that that couldn't be the case. After all, while a healthy dose of adventure was necessary for any young man, healthy was the operative word. Somersby would never put his very life and limb at risk with only one year left at Hogwarts, would he?

He smiled encouragingly as he floated in front of the boy—man now, Herbert reasoned, though it seemed rather unbelievable—as though to show he hardly held the Ravenclaw at fault for what was clearly a miscommunication.