“Unpleasant…” she repeated to herself before trailing off into a pensive silence. Theodosia rose out of the chair and hovered back and forth. She had a lot of interactions with the living and not all of them were happy. There were those with recent deceased who didn’t like a flying reminder of death. Some students were rather selective with who earned their respect. And every couple of years she would unfortunately frighten a first year and send them screaming down the hall about the terrifying spirit. Usually muggleborn students who were just getting introduced to the magical world. But she wouldn’t call those unpleasant, per se. They just made her a bit sad.

Theodosia summarized her major living-related gripe of the year “There are some students who try to throw things through me when I pass by. They think it’s funny. We will see who’s laughing when-” around six words in she cut herself off and looked back at Mr. Greengrass. The Spirit Division didn’t take too kindly to comments about haunting, even if the hauntees really, really deserved it. So she sank back towards her chair with an imitated huff and continued “-and I don’t care for that.” She wouldn’t go into more detail about the haunting she had planned for anyone who mistook her for target practice. That she would keep all to herself.

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