Floating along the dark corridors of Hogwarts castle, is all I can really do. Being a ghost does not give you a range of activities to amuse ones self. Flying past the same old paintings evrynight bored I decided to change course, I headed for the astronomy tower, to visit my good friend Sir Cadogan. Humming to myself, I barely heard the scream from above. I didnt think anything of it, until Peeves came rushing towards me screaming; something about a wooden chest and McGonagall, transfiguration teacher.
I chased him off towards the groaning up above, and to my surprise peeves was serious! The professor's lower torso was stuck underneath a large wooden chest. Blood began to stain her robes, from an emerald green to a rather brown colour. A single tear slipped down her slightly red and flustered cheek. Peeves was panicking to my left, so I told him to get another professor,he would not move. I began to shout at him, not worried about waking the castle.
Portraits on the wall began giving me instructions, but being too preocupied I did not listen. I reached towards Minerva's cheek, she shivered. Realising the affect My ghostly atmosphere, I placed my hands either sides of her face to cool her down, when she was cooled down I made to move the solid wood was thick and heavy, I needed Peeves!
I pushed and pulled at the chest but it did not budge. So instead I went to the bathroom around the corner and produced some paper towels. The towels would provide as a blockage, to slow down the bleeding. I rushed back to Minerva and applied pressure to the parts of the wound that were visible. "Nick..." I heard her whisper, clearly in pain.
Her eyes were drooping, she was losing too much blood! I wonder where her wand is? I assumed it was on her robes somewhere, but didnt want to move her body. I began to...CRY? What is this? Why am I crying? Ghosts don't cry!
I have not cried for over 200 years! Peeves came soaring back with Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore, at his heels. I looked at them and began to tell them what I had done, I explained that she was unconsious. Madam Pomfrey immediately attended to Minerva's wounds applying more pressure. Dumbledore was busy levitating the chest a safe distance to the right of us. I sat on the floor beside the unconsious woman, and held her hand in the whisper of mine.
"You are safe now," I remember saying to myself.
