"Hmmm, can't say I do, no. Even when the students are out, this castle is quite lively."

"Do you have any friends?" 

"Hmm, a few, yes. Do you?"

"There's Sadde! And...hi, I should have said hi, that's not very polite." 

He directs that last at Nyle.

He half-smiles. "Hi, indeed."

"Well, that's good. You will need your friends to achieve your goals; cherish them. Now I must be going!"

He lets out a ghostly moan and moves on.

"That was cool. I've never met a ghost."

"You get used to them," Nyle shrugs, apparently having decided to studiously ignore Sadde's existence.

"I thought they would be more like paintings."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, he seemed less excited than paintings are? Paintings are always telling you about the person they were."

"Hmm, I dunno, maybe he just didn't want to talk about himself."

"Ghosts don't tend to get too fixated on their life," he says, still ignoring Sadde.

"Maybe he didn't want to talk about himself. Is he very private?" 

"...somewhat."

"Why don't ghosts get too fixated? Maybe I should just ask a ghost."

He shrugs.

Scott tries to eat his dinner.

Scott fails miserably. 

He tries talking to his New Friends. 

"Sadde, did you find a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor yet? Or a Hufflepuff..."

Sadde suffers from no such problems stuffing himself with food. "Yeah! I met a Ravenclaw girl—" he points at Willow "—and a Gryffindor boy—" Alistair "—in the train. Not a Hufflepuff, though. Did you meet anyone new?"

"Not really. Everyone in the compartment with me was quiet. I think that's one of them at the Ravenclaw table? We didn't talk."

"Why not?"

"We were all quiet. I was thinking about the food." 

"Which you're not eating," he points out.

"I was thinking about not eating the food."

He continues to ignore his plate.

"Why?"