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'
Good
evening
,
'
he
said
,
withdrawing
the
rest
of
his
body
from
the
solid
stone
and
smiling
at
Harry
.
'
I
am
not
the
only
one
who
is
late
,
then
?
Though
,
'
he
sighed
,
'
in
a
rather
different
sense
,
of
course
...
'
'N
ick
,
can
I
ask
you
something
?
'
A
most
peculiar
expression
stole
over
Nearly
Headless
Nick
's
face
as
he
inserted
a
finger
in
the
stiff
ruff
at
his
neck
and
tugged
it
a
little
straighter
,
apparently
to
give
himself
thinking
time
.
He
desisted
only
when
his
partially
severed
neck
seemed
about
to
give
way
completely
.
'
Er
--
now
,
Harry
?
'
said
Nick
,
looking
discomfited
.
'
Ca
n't
it
wait
until
after
the
feast
?
'
'N
o
--
Nick
--
please
,
'
said
Harry
,
'
I
really
need
to
talk
to
you
.
Can
we
go
in
here
?
'
Harry
opened
the
door
of
the
nearest
classroom
and
Nearly
Headless
Nick
sighed
.
'
Oh
,
very
well
,
'
he
said
,
looking
resigned
.
'
I
ca
n't
pretend
I
have
n't
been
expecting
it
.
'
Harry
was
holding
the
door
open
for
him
,
but
he
drifted
through
the
wall
instead
.
'
Expecting
what
?
'
Harry
asked
,
as
he
closed
the
door
.
'
You
to
come
and
find
me
,
'
said
Nick
,
now
gliding
over
to
the
window
and
looking
out
at
the
darkening
grounds
.
'
It
happens
,
sometimes
...
when
somebody
has
suffered
a.
.
.
loss
.
'
