George was usually one of those regularly dispatched for Hogsmeade ghosts. Today was thankfully one of those things he could handle, especially after Fords help just a couple days ago. This spirit did not like the location of some shrubbery and he had managed to convince her to let bygones be bygones.
George looked over his notepad to see where he was meant to visit next. Thus, he was startled at the sudden sound of a voice. "You gave me a bit of a fright," he chuckled, so quietly only the keenest of ears would have heard. It wasn't so much ghosts he was afraid of but people coming up to him from behind. It could have been a murderer. Instead it was a ghost asking for something. He didn't know which was more frightening.
"Oh? W-w-what is it?" And what made it grave?
George looked over his notepad to see where he was meant to visit next. Thus, he was startled at the sudden sound of a voice. "You gave me a bit of a fright," he chuckled, so quietly only the keenest of ears would have heard. It wasn't so much ghosts he was afraid of but people coming up to him from behind. It could have been a murderer. Instead it was a ghost asking for something. He didn't know which was more frightening.
"Oh? W-w-what is it?" And what made it grave?