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Who: Gabe and William (and Andrew)
When: Saturday, mid-morning
Where: In the corridors near Andrew-the-ghost's hideaway
What: How could an awkward lanky librarian be this hard to find?
Gabe finally actually had some time - well, a little, since marking the sixth-year essays hadn't taken as long as he'd thought it might, but he'd been invited to stop in at the Slytherin quidditch team's strategy session this afternoon, despite the fact the whole team was well aware how rubbish he was on a broom, so there was no way he was missing that.
He'd been trying to catch up with William since Tuesday, and really trying since Thursday, but possibly Beckett had actually evaporated with the force of his horror (and scorn for Spencer and Pete) because he'd proved absolutely impossible to find. Gabe had even tried asking William's favourites - the tiny, serious Ravenclaws - if they knew his whereabouts, but in the subsequent staredowns Gabe had actually been unnerved first. He'd hex anyone who mentioned it.
And because he was so busy, it'd taken him this many days to think of the guy - well, ghost - he'd come up here to see. It wasn't at all Gabe's usual neck of the woods, and he wasn't sure precisely which room he was looking for, but he did know where the much-discussed Ministry bird was bunking these days (the Slytherins learned everything eventually, if you were willing to pay for it) so he knew where he was avoiding.
Which meant he was skulking out of a side corridor when a voice said, "Don't tell me you're hiding from Hayley as well."
Gabe may have flinched, but only a little. "Hey, I have time, but not that much time," he declared, turning back to face the floating (and grinning) ghost. "And I'd prefer to use it finding William. Any clues?" When Gabe had been catching his breath after the whole Travis thing, he'd managed to have a bit of a chat with Andrew, and the guy had known a lot about William. Telling things. That had been what finally made Gabe decide to trust him. Provisionally, at least.
Now the transparent grin just widened, and Andrew said, "This way, loverboy!"
The big problem with ghosts was that you couldn't punch them in their incorporeal arms.
When: Saturday, mid-morning
Where: In the corridors near Andrew-the-ghost's hideaway
What: How could an awkward lanky librarian be this hard to find?
Gabe finally actually had some time - well, a little, since marking the sixth-year essays hadn't taken as long as he'd thought it might, but he'd been invited to stop in at the Slytherin quidditch team's strategy session this afternoon, despite the fact the whole team was well aware how rubbish he was on a broom, so there was no way he was missing that.
He'd been trying to catch up with William since Tuesday, and really trying since Thursday, but possibly Beckett had actually evaporated with the force of his horror (and scorn for Spencer and Pete) because he'd proved absolutely impossible to find. Gabe had even tried asking William's favourites - the tiny, serious Ravenclaws - if they knew his whereabouts, but in the subsequent staredowns Gabe had actually been unnerved first. He'd hex anyone who mentioned it.
And because he was so busy, it'd taken him this many days to think of the guy - well, ghost - he'd come up here to see. It wasn't at all Gabe's usual neck of the woods, and he wasn't sure precisely which room he was looking for, but he did know where the much-discussed Ministry bird was bunking these days (the Slytherins learned everything eventually, if you were willing to pay for it) so he knew where he was avoiding.
Which meant he was skulking out of a side corridor when a voice said, "Don't tell me you're hiding from Hayley as well."
Gabe may have flinched, but only a little. "Hey, I have time, but not that much time," he declared, turning back to face the floating (and grinning) ghost. "And I'd prefer to use it finding William. Any clues?" When Gabe had been catching his breath after the whole Travis thing, he'd managed to have a bit of a chat with Andrew, and the guy had known a lot about William. Telling things. That had been what finally made Gabe decide to trust him. Provisionally, at least.
Now the transparent grin just widened, and Andrew said, "This way, loverboy!"
The big problem with ghosts was that you couldn't punch them in their incorporeal arms.