Sir Nicholas let out a long 'hmmm' at the Gryffindor's elaboration, still not entirely convinced that using the term 'date' was appropriate from a lady. It did not roll off his semitransparent tongue naturally and felt rather clumsy.

"Oh I would not bother your Head of House wish such matters," Sir Nicholas waved off. "We both know he is not keen on his Astronomy Tower being a used as a space for wooing." He gave Zeke a knowing look. "The likelihood of Marion Burbage gracing us with her presence is quite likely, she cannot resist herself in these matters. So perhaps somewhere more private...the Restricted Section of the library, perhaps?"

The ghost was not being dense, he knew romance like the back of his semitransparent hand, although it may appear as such to the unknowing young man. The ways in which a ghost thought were not nearly as transparent as their bodies.