Terrible...

Terrible....

Sir Nicholas wailed in his head. His precious lion cubs were locked out of their common room with no place to sleep. Floating around in circles he couldn't do since the good friar was already doing that. He settled with punching his fists through a wall. It helped some.

The Baron arrived soon after accusing Peeves of being the instigator of the current crisis. And the ever beautiful Grey Lady was of a similar mind when she floated in.

Sir Nicholas sighed before agreeing. "Yes let's go speak to Headmistress Truebridge. I heard she is in the great hall checking out the christmas decorations."

Floating out of the observatory through the nearest wall the Gryffindor house ghost fully expected the others to follow him. His poor lions....