Sir Nicholas floated into the Great Hall before the Headmister would begin his speech, which delighted the Gryffindor ghost as he hated to draw attention to himself in the midst of the speech.

"Headmister Kazmi," he corrected the first year girl, Vera, chiding her gently for her incorrect name of the head. No respect from this lot these days.

"Greetings, Gryffindors!" He greeted to them all, taking a deep bow. "Just wanted to stop by and wish you all a merry summer. And may next term bring good fortune for the most noble house of Godric Gryffindor!" If he was being perfectly honest, he knew they could perform ten-folds better than their dismal academic showing.