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This drabble has been written as part of the October Event (Halloween Carnival – Ghost Hunt) over at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments).
Ghost: Nearly Headless Nick
Gringotts Prompt Bank: Autumn/Fall Vocabulary: 5. (feeling) chilly
Imprisoned
Sir Nick shivered in his cell. The thin, holey garment was doing a very poor job of keeping him warm on this chilly autumn evening.
How could he have been so stupid?
How could he have messed up such a simple spell?
He knew given the chance to he could fix the untold damage he had done, but those muggles refused to let him.
A few tears leaked from his eyes as he thought about the damage he had caused to the beautiful Lady Grieve.
When she had come to him he had been so sure that he could fix the problem, even though he thought she was perfect just the way she was. Before he had cast the fateful spell that was to cost him his head, he had expressed this to her but she had refused to believe him and demanded he fix her crooked teeth, or she would go elsewhere. She had been so adamant that he couldn't refuse her.
He led down and pulled the thin cover over himself, and tried to get some sleep before his execution the following day.
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