You were a skilled soldier, but nothing was know of you. No one knew your passion for Shakespeare, or how you like to spend your time reading his play.

A night, you couldn't sleep, you were in the common room, murmuring some lines of Romeo and Juliet.

"O happy dagger. This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die."

What you didn't know was that ghost was listening to you as he was in awe, leaning in the door hidden by the darkness.