"Oh, no," Ford reassured him. It took him only a second to guess what Lestrange meant, and he personally thought vampires were a little terrifying. Technically they were a part of his department, but he was very pleased that no part of his job involved dealing with them on a day-to-day basis. He didn't really understand how anyone could have a civil conversation with someone who wanted to eat you, even if they were being very polite and civilized about it.

"No, they're, uhm," he hmmed again, trying to come up with something more definitive to say. "Sort of hard to pin down, sometimes, though." Was that too obscure? Most of the other things he could think to say about ghosts were even more obscure, and involved a handful of other magical beasts, beings, and spirits to compare them to.

"Oh, actually," he said brightly, as a thought occurred to him. "You probably know some of my... uhm, clients," he said, unable to resist smiling at this — it was such a ridiculous way to talk about it. "Like Herbert Fudge?" Fudge was sort of famous, as far as ghosts went — not on par with the Bloody Baron, or anything, but most people who had been to the Sanditon knew his name, and he was recently and publicly deceased. He also had a name that sounded fairly innocuous, compared to the Bloody Baron, which made him more Muggle-friendly.