Chapter 561: Successor to Filch?
In the room, Kyle took his wand and used it like a quill, carefully drawing runes and symbols bit by bit on the mahogany frame.
Drawing runes wasn't like writing with ink; any mistake was irreversible. It was a painstaking task requiring immense patience and focus—qualities Kyle fortunately possessed.
As he concentrated on the intricate runes, time seemed to blur. A week had passed before he realized he had only completed half the frame. That also meant the Easter holidays were almost over.
That morning, as usual, the House-elf Tata brought a plate of sandwiches and bacon. Since the dining table was far too large and he was the only one there, Kyle found it more comfortable to eat in the room.
He picked up a sandwich and was just about to take a bite when, suddenly, a head emerged from the plate right in front of him.
Startled, Kyle nearly flung the sandwich across the room. Tata, equally frightened, let out a piercing scream and bolted from the room in a panic.
"Lady Helena..." Kyle said, regaining his composure with a lingering sense of shock. "When did you learn Peeves's tricks?"
"No wonder Peeves enjoys pranks so much," Helena said lightly. "It is quite fun."
Her tone was airy, almost playful, and she no longer carried the weight of her usual solemn demeanor. She was smiling—brightly and genuinely.
As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, Helena had always been considered one of the most striking of the Hogwarts ghosts. Even with her usual stern expression, she stood out. Now, with her radiant smile, she could likely leave even the Bloody Baron dumbfounded.
"Lady Helena, one Peeves is already enough for the castle," Kyle said helplessly, setting his sandwich down. "If there were two, I think everyone would lose their minds. Are you finished scaring people?"