The · Black · Widow

( Letter to the Ghost Council )

So much happening and so little time to take note of it all. It is so lovely in the castle these days. I have never been in such a positive mood! Oh, if only I could skip. Or dance. I do hope everybody has as lovely a day as I.

So now that I have managed to obtain my head once more I shall express my severe dislike for every living, and DEAD, things. Henri we are DONE. You actually put my... then you...

If you had asked my permission I may have agreed. As it is, I shall be having a visitor to pay you a visit. If you come near me ever again I shall happily make the gossip rounds and let everybody know how horrid you truly are.

Not to mention a few other small things.

Nicholas, I do hope you do not have an emotional attachment to that firey whore any more. Maybe I can talk to one of the Slytherin children. They enjoy finding ways to torture ghosts. I have even heard there are ways to trap a ghost in objects.

I am highly amused by the fact that stupid little nobodies in the castle seem to think their throwing parties actually matter. Do they not realise ghosts will go to any party as an excuse to kill time?

How horrible. Oh well. Hopefully the party shall self-destruct and that silly little thing will go join Moaning Myrtle in the ladies lavatory.

Has anybody seen Henri? Henri, I am dreadfully bored. Come amuse me. Now!

I am severely disappointed in certain ghosts. Just last night I returned the the castle after my horrid vacation only to find out certain ghosts were actually behaving like children! Imagine, fighting everywhere. To think, I heard it from the idiot knight portrait which has the horrible hobby of following me. He also called me a harlot. How dare he! I have never been so angry.

So it seems Lord Jonathan, a wonderful ghost who used to haunt Hogwarts until he became bored of the children's stupidity, is arriving tomorrow to set up for his death day party. He shall be hosting it in the lower areas of the castle and told me everybody who is anybody shall be there. He actually invited almost everybody. He always did have the best manners. I heard he is even inviting that Myrtle.

Oh, yet when I saw the list of guests it seems one name was not on there. Such a shame dear Nicholas shall not be at the party. Dear, dear Nicholas. I hope you manage to find a way to amuse yourself while every other ghost is having such fun at the party.

I do so love parties. Oh, Henri I am assuming you shall be there. I have something to discuss with you.

It would be greatly appreciated if any person or ghost would explain to that wraith Myrtle she is not permitted to spy on whomever she sees fit. This is the third time I have caught her ogling a certain ghost and if she continues there shall be consequences.

It must be horrifying to be eternally stuck in puberty. but stay away from my man Oh, if nobody has noticed yet it seems we have a visitor in the castle. Do be nice to Charles, he truly is trying his best to be on good behaviour.

it figures he had to bring that whore Nell.

It is appalling how loud the children in this school have become. You would think the majority of them would be studying for their exams, however, it seems many of the little idiots in scarlet and gold have taken to setting spells off near the Great Hall. In my time children did what they were told. It would figure the most annoying ones would be from somebody's House. A failure of a House Ghost. Actually, a failure in everything I believe.

( My Dear Baron )

What is wrong with the world today?

( Most Private Thoughts )

I bear some good news for those at the castle. I shall be leaving for the summer, visiting a proper haunting place. The Tower of London is simply beautiful this time of year. I shall miss you all. Oh who am I kidding. I shall miss none of you actually. Enjoy your time while it lasts.

The new flock of children are absolutely appalling. If I could get a migraine I know I would. They become more and more rowdy the closer it comes to Samhain.

To make up for it all is the best time of the year. The Headless hunt! I have officially been invited. Oh Sir Patrick is such a wonderful man. Lovely taste also.

Oh Nicholas, did you finally get accepted in the hunt? Or rejected once again?

Today I was going through the corridors as usual, speaking my mind to one of the older portraits who seemed to believe that the politics of his time were a mirror of the ones during my time. A silly thought on his part, as I assured him. Well, we were well into discussion on the differences between monarchs when a particular ghost made his way past in the most ghastly of all things... A kilt! Not only a kilt, but an Englishman wearing a kilt! Never in both my life and death have I witnessed such horrible actions against fashion. Living or dead, it is only right to wear proper clothing.

I do suggest somebody tell this man to keep to his room and save the population of Hogwarts from seeing such horrible legs in what may as well be a woman's skirt.