"Sometimes," he said brightly. That was always a pleasant discovery, because usually if a ghost had been stuck haunting a Muggle house for any significant length of time they were eager for someone else to talk to. "But usually not. Sometimes it's something else magical, like a little muggleborn they don't know about yet doing magic or an infestation of pixies or something. Usually it's just their house." Ford shrugged and surveyed the chess board. His next move seemed obvious, because he could claim one of Gallivan's pieces. Was Gallivan bad at chess, or so good at it that his strategy was going entirely over Ford's head?

Well, no use fretting over it. Ford took the piece.

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