“Master Potter. Good evening.’’ What a welcoming sight these Ravenclaws were. Lady Helena adored them all even the ones that were staring at her (Wilson). “I take it you are not used to seeing ghosts?’’ Helena was used to being stared at by new students. “Septimus. I’m pleased to hear. Did you do anything special?’’ Just quite then, her name was being called. “Hanna! My, you seem to have gotten taller. As for my summer it was quite boring. You weren’t there to talk to.’’

There were so many Ravenclaws to get to know. Helena was eager to do so. “Welcome, Tina. I am the Ghost of Ravenlaw. You may call me Lady Helena or The Grey Lady. Mr Slinkard. It’s good to see you again. The same goes for you, Dorian and Mark.’’

Chloe’s spirit. Helena loved that. “Keep that spirit up, Chloe.’’

What was that? Helena’s transparent gaze flickered to the strange creature that made giggling sounds. “Ravenclaws? Does this thing belong to any of you?’’ Helena had not seen it before. Ever. She wasn’t wooed on the cuteness of it as much as the students were. The Head Girl seemed to be taking charge at the moment. Helena approved even if the creature up and moved to the Slytherin table.