Patrick sat upon his office that he had in the hunt's dungeon that was specially reserved for them. He got an office because, as the leader, he needed a place to plan their events and such. Right then, he hopped out of his seat, and began to look through his transparent files that held his dear memories.

He stopped when he found a certain ghostly parchment he hadn't read in a while.

Patrick's face lit up with a spreading grin.

On the parchment, it read..

For the rain seeps through,

The fallen verthough,

The pretty lady smiles,

At me.

For am I,

The strongest and the elder-wise of,

Knights.

Nicholas- his dear friend- had written poetry. Extremely bad poetry, but poetry nonetheless.

(Verthough wasn't even a word!)

He thought on how he got these poems, after warning the gryffindor that if Peeves got ahold of these, he wouldn't be hearing the end of it for a while.

Luckily, he was smart enough to believe Patrick"s words, and now, the poems were safely in the Headless Hunt's office-area.

Nicholas wrote usually poems about women, inappropriate topics that Patrick felt would be ungentlemanly of him to discuss, and him besting even the greatest of threats.

Needless to say, Nicksy wrote complete fiction.

Patrick never understood why Nicholas hated that nickname, as he thought it to be quite affectionate. Wouldn't Nicholas be proud of having such an accomplished friend?

Nicholas was most likely jealous, though, and Patrick could see why.

After all, it had taken Nicholas five whole years at Hogwarts for him to get his first kiss, and once he had, Patrick couldn't help but laugh at how excited Nicholas was to be getting just a kiss from a woman!

Poor thing, he would often pity the younger boy, when they were at Hogwarts.

Nicholas always seemed rather withdrawn, once they had reached their sixth year, and by the end of seventh, left the Wizarding world completely.

It was … not good.

Patrick considered Nicolas to be his dear (although not as … smart as himself) friend. Sure, even as a young boy, Nicholas was very accident prone, and had a tendency to attract foul-intentioned people, along with not understanding when it was best to give up, before he made even a bigger fool of himself.

It was fine, though. Patrick liked those qualities. It made him feel strong, and capable, as he would have to constantly (in their earlier years at Hogwarts) help Nicholas.

He was suddenly transported back to a much simpler time.

A time during the first ten years of their death.

"Patrick!" The excited voice of his dear friend, running- floating fastly- near them. "Patrick! Hi, Jacob!"

"Hi, Nick." Jacob said in his gruff voice. "What's that?"

"A- an invitation to my deathday!" Nicholas explained, grinning, "it's like birthday, but for death.. and Jacob, I was hoping-"

Patrick cleared his voice, directing the attention onto him.

Nicholas should know better than to give the invite to somebody other than him first.

"Oh! Yes, Patrick," Nicholas fumbled with the two ghostly parchment in his hands, and thrusted it at Patrick. "Could you please…"

"Shhh," Patrick shushed the overly-excited ghost, which made Jacob snort, "let me read it."

"Dearest Patrick," he started, putting on a foolish, simpering voice that had made Nicholas shrink a little, "I would like to request for you to make an appearance at my party. It is on October 31st, and other ghosts will be invited. I promise it'll be fun! PLEASE COME!"

Nicholas' face fell, at both Patrick's reading, and Jacob trying not very hard to conceal his laughter. It had also attracted the attention of other ghosts in their area, which Patrick had not intended fully.

"Don't look like that!" Patrick chastises playfully, "of course I'll come, since you want me to so badly… Now, give Jacob his invitation.."

"I don't- I don't want to," Nicholas mumbled, all of his previous energy gone, "you'll just laugh at me…"

"Nick," Jacob grinned, "don't be such a sissy, now! I'll stay the entire time, and we'll have so much fun, won't we?"

"Yeah!" Nicholas said, cheering up.

Patrick felt as though something was very, very wrong.

"You wouldn't want a party without me, right?" He asked the now happy Nicholas.

"I wouldn't want that!" Nicholas smiled, "you're my best friend!"

"Damn right I am," he resisted the temptation to glare at Jacob while saying that.

"I'll see you both at my deathday party?" Nicholas asked, his voice full of hope.

"You will," Patrick confirmed.

"Nick!" Jacob drew the attention back to himself, "d'you wanna see the new trick I've learnt…"

Patrick switched back to the present.

Jacob always did boast a lot, he grimaced.

He sighed to himself, putting away the horrible poetry that his dear friend wrote. Patrick felt almost empty at the fact that Nicholas hadn't wanted to join the headless hunt this year.

How else was he supposed to spend time with him?

He wished that he could get back the old Nicholas sometimes, but this Nicholas is far too much fun, too..

Well, he supposed that he could get both.

Patrick now decided to put more effort in becoming greater friends with Nicholas- including to see him outside of events and the like.