Ford might have remarked upon her using the label problem spirit. As far as spirits went, nothing in her file seemed particularly problematic. Yes, she had sulked for a few decades after death, but since then there was no particular mention of her menacing the living or trying to chase them out of the castle. Ford had certainly dealt with more problematic spirits. On the other hand, he understood why she remained on his division's task list; being located at Hogwarts meant she was in regular contact with the most impressionable and vulnerable members of magical society. Any anomaly did bear checking in on, before things got out of hand.

Before he could make any comments on the matter, though, she had approached the roast. Ford respectfully diverted his gaze until she had finished. Watching ghosts 'eat' was a bit unsettling, even with all of the experience he had with it. Half of it was probably the nauseating look of the food itself, but the way the spirits reacted to it certainly didn't help things feel more normal. Fortunately it didn't take long; it wasn't a problem to delay the interview a minute to look away.

"Just the usual ones, I suspect. I'll try not to keep you too long, Miss Bartlett," Ford said, as though ghosts had any particular sense of urgency about these things. She only had forever after their interview concluded, after all. Ford retrieved a quill from his bag and inked it with a spell, then turned his attention to the paperwork. "How have you been feeling, lately?"

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