(open)Late night thinking

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Ginny Weasley was bored out of her mind and couldn't sleep. These types of nights always sucked. It meant that one too many things were on her mind. Well there was always one person on her mind. A certain Neville Longbottom who she had to act certain ways with when they were around certain people. So times she wished she'd just give up playing the part. It wasn't that she was ever going to be a death eater. She was just in Slytherin for the hell of it. The hat has asked her where she wanted to be and she wanted to be different so Slytherin was where it put her. Not to say that she wasn't Slytherin material because she had proved that she could very well be.

She walked out of the Slytherin common room and took a look around to make sure no teachers were around at the moment. Lucky for her none were about and she headed down the corridors finding a place that she might want to sit down and do nothing. She finally put her back against the wall and slid down. She opened up a potions book and began to read. It wasn't like there was anything else she could do. She did wonder however if she was keeping her brother up and wished very much so to see him.

Ginny got lost in her potions book and did not notice anyone coming up to her.

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[Chestair Krakenva]

Beneath everything worse that came with it, being dead got very boring and lonely as well. Everything that living people filled their time with was gone, no school or work or eating or even sleeping. That last one opened up a lot of empty hours. No distraction from the pain. Ironic, as the living had such a precious short time to do it all in but then there was an eternity to be dead. Chestair had taken to wandering across the dungeons at night and brooding in silence. He had been in Slytherin House, so it was only natural to gravitate towards the area, until it all got too much and he felt the need to get far away. He was sure he knew the castle far better than any other student by now. Not that he really cared. But most of the time it was the perfect place to go, because this place was empty.

The lonely part of the boredom was his own fault, but he wasn't ready to change that yet. It hadn't been long enough. What was two years really? He had to be alone. And anyway, he didn't like running into students because it usually meant being whispered about. Though the rest of the world seemed to have moved on. There would be plenty who remembered him in a negative light from life, and those who knew when and how he had died. They had tried to keep it quiet, and by staying hidden Chess did nothing to change that, but this school was a place where it was impossible to contain a rumor. At least his old class had left, something he was glad about even if it meant being left behind.

With some of this on his mind, it being the dark middle of the night, and no longer needing to look where he was going as he just went right through everything, he certainly wasn't. There shouldn't be any students to watch out for here and now. But then, as he emerged from drifting through a thick wall, he also felt his legs pass through an awake, living person who was sitting against the wall. People always complained about the discomfort of walking through a ghost without ever stopping to realize it was the same the other way around. He spun around to face her in annoyance, and in unpleasant surprise instantly recognized her as the girl who had opened the Chamber of Secrets. Though it was mostly just running into anyone that was the problem, not this person in particular.

"Yuck, what are you doing here?" Maybe he was more bored than he'd admit.