"Probably for the best," Ford agreed with a laugh, as he rounded the corner on the stairs and headed down. He glanced back at Lestrange briefly before continuing, "If you insist on haunting me, I only want... things that would spook other people, but that we think are funny," he decided. Like this haunted house; it was designed to frighten, and for a certain audience he was sure it would have that effect. The two of them had been having a grand time exploring it, though.

He felt like Lestrange could manage it, even though they hadn't known each other that long. Ford didn't tell people about his thing about haunted houses very often, because it wasn't the sort of thing he thought anyone else could appreciate or even understand. He didn't even tell his siblings about this, really, but Lestrange seemed to get it, for whatever reason.

"Like..." he started, fishing for a good example. "Mm. Something really morbid, but kind of cute. Like drawing on the bathroom mirror with blood, except instead of murder it just says good morning," he said, with a smile. Real ghosts couldn't do that, of course, but it was the sort of thing that showed up in Muggle ghost stories with some regularity — and this was all hypothetical anyway, and they were in a Muggle haunted house, so why not?