As functional as he remained, the idea of looking like a ghost for the rest of his life was not an idea he was very fond of. It wasn't the sort of attention he was looking for, and he hardly thought having to build a career out of being a ghastly quidditch player was a desirable fate. His displeasure was unknowingly evident on his face, as his straight-lipped expression has shifted into an outright scowl.
"Hopefully it will wear off my midnight. I don't see the point to continue this—" He gestured vaguely at his entire body. "—past Halloween." At the very worst, he'd have to see the nurse or the transfiguration professor (or maybe the Charms? Defence Against the Dark Arts? God forbid Ghoul Studies...) to have the spell undone.
"Maybe something good will come out of it tonight," he offered though, letting out a breath. His expression relaxed, but his brows remained firmly knitted. "I've been looking for a way to scare those stupid Slytherins. Urquart's been on my nerves since term began." Not that that was difficult; Urquart's existence bothered him.
"Hopefully it will wear off my midnight. I don't see the point to continue this—" He gestured vaguely at his entire body. "—past Halloween." At the very worst, he'd have to see the nurse or the transfiguration professor (or maybe the Charms? Defence Against the Dark Arts? God forbid Ghoul Studies...) to have the spell undone.
"Maybe something good will come out of it tonight," he offered though, letting out a breath. His expression relaxed, but his brows remained firmly knitted. "I've been looking for a way to scare those stupid Slytherins. Urquart's been on my nerves since term began." Not that that was difficult; Urquart's existence bothered him.
