“I can’t wait to own the Ministry, then!” Saxon said with a confident and solitary nod.

Her sorry at the mention of him being a ghost had him shrug nonchalantly. He could feign apathy toward it. At least his father was a ghost, right? He couldn’t miss him if he was still there!

“Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll go then and let you go to your common room,” Saxon said and before she could respond, he turned on the balls of his feet and began a short run back to the Great Hall. He turned around for a split second, “Bye!”

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