Ford chuckled at the comment about ghosts. "I wonder if they'd let me keep my job if I were a spirit," he mused. The task of negotiating with other ghosts wouldn't be negatively impacted by the lack of a body, and in fact it might expedite things if he were able to follow petulant ghosts straight through a wall instead of jogging around to meet them in the next room. On the other hand, not having a wand would make it impossible to deal with boggarts, dementors, and the other things that fell under the purview of their division, so maybe not. Of course, for all his time spent with them, Ford didn't think he actually wanted to be a ghost after he died. All the more reason to avoid expiring any time soon — because if he died with two of the girls still unmarried, he really would have to stay behind. At least he wouldn't lack for company, between all the ghosts already in his social circle and Tycho's ease with spirits — though it would put a damper on certain other aspects of his relationship with Tycho.

(Not the time or place to be thinking about that).

Miss Chang seemed a little uncertain about the dance, still; clearly she preferred it to a gallop, but her use of the phrase I think gave the impression that she wasn't confident in the steps. "We can handle a polka," he said with a grin. "I'm supposed to be leading, anyway, so if you end up spinning the wrong direction it will be my fault, not yours. But don't worry. I promise not to run you into anyone, at least," he joked.

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