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**Bloody Baron** · 09-05-2012, 05:21 AM

The Baron stared at those who gave nothing more than just blank stares. Though his expression turned grimm to most those who did try and greet him, in which he gave only a stiff nod in return. Except the young child of the Gryffindor house whom waved at him. The Baron just floated right through her, on his way to the other end of the table.

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Originally Posted by mellamaet

Looking up from the food that had now suddenly appeared before them, Cass found herself looking at the Slytherin House Ghost's bloody glory. Which should probably gross her out, but didn't.

"Good evening Sir, uh..Lord, uh.." Wait, how did she even address the Baron all these years? She couldn't even remember "Good evening Bloody Baron." She finally settled "How is your evening so far?"

Gliding by the students, the ghost of the Noble House of Slytherin stopped and turned to face the one with the fumbling tongue. What an unfortunate disease and moment in time where her greetings were more satisfactory than most. "Intriguing..." he drawled.

09-05-2012, 05:21 AM	#230 (permalink)
Bloody Baron Ramora Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Hogwarts Posts: 5,259	Resident Ghost of Slytherin \| Hot-Tempered & Not Amused The Baron stared at those who gave nothing more than just blank stares. Though his expression turned grimm to most those who did try and greet him, in which he gave only a stiff nod in return. Except the young child of the Gryffindor house whom waved at him. The Baron just floated right through her, on his way to the other end of the table. Quote: Originally Posted by mellamaet Looking up from the food that had now suddenly appeared before them, Cass found herself looking at the Slytherin House Ghost's bloody glory. Which should probably gross her out, but didn't. "Good evening Sir, uh..Lord, uh.." Wait, how did she even address the Baron all these years? She couldn't even remember "Good evening Bloody Baron." She finally settled "How is your evening so far?" Gliding by the students, the ghost of the Noble House of Slytherin stopped and turned to face the one with the fumbling tongue. What an unfortunate disease and moment in time where her greetings were more satisfactory than most. "Intriguing..." he drawled.