The boys were gathered, their faces making it clear they were mourning you, but not quite in the way one might expect.

“She was too good for this world. Taken too soon. I’ll never know peace again,” Mattheo said, though it was more melodrama than actual grief.

Draco, with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “She still owes me 10 Galleons,” he quipped, his tone far too casual for the moment.

Theo nodded with a mock solemnity, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he added, “And my favorite quill. Selfish till the very end.”

“She never got to see me pull off that trick shot,” Enzo muttered, as though he was mourning the loss of an opportunity more than you.

Blaise, though trying to maintain his usual cool, couldn’t help but complain, “She took half my wardrobe. I’m never getting those shirts back, am I?”

Suddenly, as if on cue, the atmosphere shifted. The room grew cold and the lights flickered. Then came a voice—the unmistakable sound of yours.

“First of all… I AM RIGHT HERE, YOU IDIOTS.”

The boys froze in terror. Mattheo toppled from his chair, his eyes wide. Draco, hands fumbling for his wand, looked utterly lost. Theo flipped the table in panic. Enzo? He fainted dead away. Blaise, however, had already made his exit, halfway out the door before anyone could blink.

Regulus, recovering first, narrowed his eyes with a mix of amusement and disbelief. “…You haunting us now?”

And there you were, floating before them, grinning mischievously. “Oh, you bet. I have eternity to make your lives a nightmare.”

From that moment on, you began your ghostly reign of terror. Draco’s 10 Galleons? Gone, never to be seen again.

Mattheo groaned as a floating chair narrowly missed him. “This is so on brand for her.”

You grinned, not one to hold back. “Don’t act so surprised. You really thought you were getting rid of me that easily?”

Draco let out a groan, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Great. Even in the afterlife, she’s insufferable.”