Why, hello there, fellow mortals! SP here, with another chapter in this riveting story of mine.

Pacifica's P.O.V.

I was sitting in Elia's old hideout, fingering the blade of the axe I had gotten at last year's Northwest party, when I heard the creak of a door opening. I was up in an instant, axe clutched in both hands.

I could hear someone breathing outside the bedroom. I gripped the axe tighter and called, "Wh-who are you?"

"Ah," a raspy voice said. "Pacifica. I should've known, as you're the only person currently considered alive who know of this place, but we all have our mess-ups." A huffing chuckle caught my ear.

I knew that chuckle. It was impossible. She was dead. Of course, there was always the possibility of her coming back as a ghost, but…

"May I come in?" the raspy pseudo-voice of Elia MacGibbon asked.

"Er…" I said.

The door opened, and Elia entered. She was dressed in her typical slightly-too-large-for-her dark gray trenchcoat and ivy cap, and had a pair of large opaque glasses on and was carrying a cane.

"How did you know I was a Harry Potter fan?" she asked without preamble.

"What?" I asked. This was completely unexpected.

"The Elder Wand on my gravestone," Elia said. "That was you, wasn't it?"

I gaped for a second before realizing what my friend was talking about. "Oh, well, I saw you in school reading it, and I knew that you said you were a Capricorn, and I also knew that your birthday was on December 22nd…" Elia leaned on her cane, and I realized that I was babbling. "Well, I went and got a copy of the Elder Wand and put it on...your gravestone," I finished awkwardly, knowing that I was blushing.

Elia chuckled and looked down. "Have you ever actually read Harry Potter?"

"Er...no," I said defensively, "but I've seen the movies!"

Elia sighed. "Et tu, Bruté, et tu? Here," she said, walking over to a bookshelf that I hadn't noticed before. "Here. This is a copy of The Sorcerer's Stone. Read it." The whatever-it-was tossed a book at me.

I looked at the book, looked at Elia, then looked back at the book. "Are you a ghost?"

Elia chuckled and came over to me. I noticed that she had a definite limp. "Wouldn't you just love to know?" she asked. "I'm sure you would. However…" She trailed off, smiling at me.

"What?" I asked.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out. Sorry about this, but it's necessary." I saw a blur of movement out of the corner of my eye. Before I could move, there was a small flash of pain, and everything went black.

Before I sign off for the time being, I would like to respond to a review I got from AlecReyes20. Alec, if you're wondering, the song is mostly in Irish. You might've guessed that already if you'd watched Brendan and the Secret of Kells. If you haven't seen that movie yet, I highly suggest it. And 'scheiẞe' is German. If anyone doesn't believe me, look it up.

Until next time, folks. SP out.