Patrick had been looking through the letters he had already gotten. Applications for the headless hunt, he knew. One after the other, all from headless gents who wanted to be apart of the great and revered club.
None of them really piqued his interest, as he had everybody he wanted in the hunt so far.
Except for one.
Or rather, lack of one.
Nicholas, his dear childhood friend.
He always sent an application, no matter how crass Patrick was with him.
Thinking of that, Patrick remembered a simpler time, where Nichloas had no shame in presenting himself as their biggest fan.
It lasted for ten years, ten blissful years of Nicholas showing up to every meeting, cheering them (and more importantly, him) on, and inviting them to any event he had made. It never mattered that most times, the members hadn't shown up, making Nicolas rather laughable to the public.
Then Nicholas was named the Gryffindor house ghost.
That was when everything went wrong.
Nicholas no longer just wanted to be their fan, he wanted to be apart of the hunt!
Patrick still remembered how cloudy Nicholas' face went when he chuckled, and had tried to explain that Nicholas simply wasn't scary.
And he wasn't, truly.
Nicholas was what Patrick would call an oaf, a dinky one, too. It wasn't in a bad way, as Patrick thought his dear friend to be endearingly so, but still, it would've been a bad look to invite somebody so… him.
He sighed, calling for Henry, a ghost that had joined the hunt only a century ago, to check again in the applications.
Nicholas would be upset if he got his rejection letter later.
After he became the Gryffindor house ghost, he had started being rather difficult. His ego most certainly recovered from being poorly executed, and it being known that he died being he was a shite wizard. (as Patrick thought, now snickering. He always did need his help for things like homework- but to be fair, Nicholas needed Patrick's help for everything.)
He recalled fondly their days together, Nicholas had always followed him, looking to him for guidance.
Henry returned, "Sir Patrick," he started, "that's the letters.. There's no more.. I can ask more wizards if they want to join though."
Patrick frowned, "Go now, Henry."
Henry left rather quickly, not wanting to upset his leader.
Did Nichloas forget that this was the day he was supposed to turn in his application letter?
Oh, that poor thing, Patrick thought in worry.
Nicholas was probably beating himself up over this. What a shame..
Well, he guessed that he might just have to get the letter himself.
It was fine, though, he did always like visiting his dear friend..