Cash spent a lot of time thinking about death and not a lot of time thinking about ghosts; or, at least, not a lot of time thinking about ghosts until he was here. He kept his hand on the neck of the wine bottle; his grip was tight. He tried to reel himself back in, and took another quick sip of wine - more of a gulp, really, and Cash worried that the pull of his throat had been more desperate than he wanted to admit.
"Yeah," Cash said. He offered the bottle to Greengrass because he knew that his response was a little lame; there was wine and he was safe here, it would be fine. He added quickly, trying to make up for it: "I'll bet they do. The Grey Lady at Hogwarts was never really chatty, but I know Nearly Headless Nick was, and he was a knight or something, wasn't he?"
"Yeah," Cash said. He offered the bottle to Greengrass because he knew that his response was a little lame; there was wine and he was safe here, it would be fine. He added quickly, trying to make up for it: "I'll bet they do. The Grey Lady at Hogwarts was never really chatty, but I know Nearly Headless Nick was, and he was a knight or something, wasn't he?"
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