Ch. 16 A Face at the Door
Bethany hurried up to the common room, only passing peeves who was zooming around a 4th floor corridor waiting for someone to come by so he could taunt them.
When she got there she said the password and stepped into the common room, no one was there. They were all at dinner. She looked around for something, anything, a sign, but didn't see anything.
Feeling disappointed, she turned around and made for the door. Then a voice rang out.
"You're not going to leave already?" the person asked.
Bethany whirled around and came face to face with her best friend. Patrick.
"But, you, Voldemort, dead, there, not, how!" she stammered. She went to hug him out of relief, but when she reached him, she felt a cold, icy feeling and fell to the floor, confused."
"Yeah, I'm a ghost. I live down in the dungeons, cause that's where I was killed. But not in that corridor exactly where I died. Mostly near the Slytherins. Oh they'll pay. Hahhaa." He laughed.
"I just..." Bethany paused, "can't believe your..." she paused again. "dead." She finished.
"Really, neither can I. I hate being dead." He said angrily.
"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I should be dead. Not you." She cried.
"No, don't be sorry. You just wanted to help everyone and you did. Now no one has to worry about being attacked and the school won't be closed. And you can play quidditch . . ." at this last sentence he gave a look of longing and Bethany knew what he meant by it.
"I know you loved quidditch. I'm sorry you can't play it again." She said quietly.
"It's alright I guess. It was starting to get old anyways." He said but Bethany could tell he didn't believe what he was saying.
"I'm sorry." She said again.
"Thank you for bringing me back." he said, changing the topic a little.
"Oh, it's the least I could have done." She said.
"Tell the others I said hello and I'll see them around the school sometime." said Patrick.
"Don't worry. I will. We're going to be in the hospital wing for the next few days, just so you know." She said to Patrick. "Pomfrey is all but locking us in there." She smiled. "I really should be getting back there now before she finds out I left."
"Oh, alright." He said. "G' bye." He answered.
"Bye." She gave one last look at her friend, and walked out of the portrait hole.
She nearly sprinted back to the others to tell them what had happened and almost knocked over Justin Finch-Flecheley. When she got there, she re- told the story to her friends Ruby, Hermione, Harry, Kiara, and Ron. They found it hard to believe that Patrick was a ghost, but they were happy to know that they would actually be able to see the spirit of their friend whenever they wanted to.
Bethany hurried up to the common room, only passing peeves who was zooming around a 4th floor corridor waiting for someone to come by so he could taunt them.
When she got there she said the password and stepped into the common room, no one was there. They were all at dinner. She looked around for something, anything, a sign, but didn't see anything.
Feeling disappointed, she turned around and made for the door. Then a voice rang out.
"You're not going to leave already?" the person asked.
Bethany whirled around and came face to face with her best friend. Patrick.
"But, you, Voldemort, dead, there, not, how!" she stammered. She went to hug him out of relief, but when she reached him, she felt a cold, icy feeling and fell to the floor, confused."
"Yeah, I'm a ghost. I live down in the dungeons, cause that's where I was killed. But not in that corridor exactly where I died. Mostly near the Slytherins. Oh they'll pay. Hahhaa." He laughed.
"I just..." Bethany paused, "can't believe your..." she paused again. "dead." She finished.
"Really, neither can I. I hate being dead." He said angrily.
"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I should be dead. Not you." She cried.
"No, don't be sorry. You just wanted to help everyone and you did. Now no one has to worry about being attacked and the school won't be closed. And you can play quidditch . . ." at this last sentence he gave a look of longing and Bethany knew what he meant by it.
"I know you loved quidditch. I'm sorry you can't play it again." She said quietly.
"It's alright I guess. It was starting to get old anyways." He said but Bethany could tell he didn't believe what he was saying.
"I'm sorry." She said again.
"Thank you for bringing me back." he said, changing the topic a little.
"Oh, it's the least I could have done." She said.
"Tell the others I said hello and I'll see them around the school sometime." said Patrick.
"Don't worry. I will. We're going to be in the hospital wing for the next few days, just so you know." She said to Patrick. "Pomfrey is all but locking us in there." She smiled. "I really should be getting back there now before she finds out I left."
"Oh, alright." He said. "G' bye." He answered.
"Bye." She gave one last look at her friend, and walked out of the portrait hole.
She nearly sprinted back to the others to tell them what had happened and almost knocked over Justin Finch-Flecheley. When she got there, she re- told the story to her friends Ruby, Hermione, Harry, Kiara, and Ron. They found it hard to believe that Patrick was a ghost, but they were happy to know that they would actually be able to see the spirit of their friend whenever they wanted to.