Samantha stared out at the grounds and sighed. Yet another day of boredom awaited her. If only she could sleep the day away, but of course ghosts didn't sleep. Samantha's silvery form shimmered in the sunlight as she rose from the sill. She floated down the empty hall in search of some sort of entertainment.
"I smell bogeys, green and sticky, and this surprise will be so icky!" Samantha grinned at the Peeves's rhymed. She cautiously peered around the corner and quickly withdrew her head as a ball of green slime nearly hit her.
"Peevsey! How rude!" She said.
"A Samspamtha, if Peevsey had known it was you, he would have thrown a bigger ball of icky wicky slime!" Peeves cackled and Samantha smiled serenely.
"I tell you what Peeves, if you hide so well that I can't find you, you can throw a slime ball at me. But you have to hide really well!" Peeves grinned and raced off. "Well he's taken care of for the day." Said Samantha, "Now at least I won't have to worry about being pestered to a second death in my boredom." Samantha sighed once again and stared out the window, twirling a strand of her silvery hair.
Later that day, Samantha was startled out of her reverie by the sound of laughter. She stuck her head through the wall to see the great hall filling with students. "Ah, school is in session." Samantha watched the students filing through the door. She scowled at them and smoothed her dress. That was one thing she hated about haunting a school, the students were so loud!
As the feast was ending, Samantha stuck her head through the wall again to listen to what the headmaster had to say.
"Welcome! I only have one new rule this year, the east tower is strictly off limits to students especially boys." Samantha withdrew her head and smiled, so the headmaster had gotten her message after all. Of course a message from Peeves was hard to ignore.
Samantha drifted to the top of her tower and thought about her death. Dying on Halloween, how unique. At least she had died in style; well getting the avada kedavera from your boyfriend wasn't exactly style so much as drama. Samantha floated to her mirror and looked at herself.
Death hadn't changed her much; her blonde hair, now turned a pearly color, was still piled atop her head in curls, and her face was still the same perfect face that had gotten her killed. She still wore the costume of a Greek maiden that she had worn on Halloween. Suddenly Samantha couldn't stand it, the mirrors around the room shattered into tiny shards as she screamed. Everything was the same, her clothes, her face, everything, and she couldn't stand it.
As Samantha screamed, humans and ghosts alike shuddered with the haunting quality of the scream. One student with dark tousled hair paused, and wondered what exactly was in the east tower.