Sir Nicholas blinked in reply to the Baron. "Every year is important in its own way," he said. "I merely thought my grand deathday parties might... lose their grandeur after a point." Well, that and he had no idea how he was going to top last year's celebration. "Better mix it up a bit and keep them guessing."

The Gryffindor ghost did not appreciate being barked at and bit back a harsh reply to the Baron's next words - not because he was afraid of him, of course. Sir Nicholas DeMimsy-Porpington had never committed an act of cowardice in his life (or afterlife)! He simply did not wish to sour his mood mood by arguing. "Very well," he replied. "I'm sure they'll have plenty of ideas." He had hoped to get a ghost's perspective on the matter; perhaps he would ask Alfred or dear Lady Helena.

Sir Nicholas stared into the glass case when the Baron's voice jerked him out of a pleasant memory of the famous Harry Potter. "I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular," he replied. A gentleman does not name names, Baron! "I was simply saying any student could have untapped potential we've yet to realize." Take Neville Longbottom, for example. When he first walked through these doors, he was the last person one would've expected to do anything remarkable, and he went on to become a hero of the Battle of Hogwarts. Sir Nicholas smiled to himself, lost in the memory.