A/N: Oh, how I love NHN. He's so much fun… heehee.
Almost
Nearly Headless Nick was very close to having a meltdown in the halls of Hogwarts Halloween night. How headless do you have to be? Obviously, more than by a single bloody inch of skin, he thought bitterly, feeling the smallest prick of sadness. He had been dead, who knows how long? - but stayed here for the students. How he wished, though, for a night of merriment. He was a ghost after all- he needed reassurance too.
"Well, goodnight Myrtle," he said to the wailing toilet beside him. He saw himself in the mirror, shimmering.
Almost headless, but not quite.