it was late at night, and rose couldnt sleep so she decided to roam the halls, everywhere she went everyone was talking about her dad, she wished she could have met him.
she roamed up to the third floor, until suddenly she caught glimpse of a figure, and decided to follow it, it was always quicker than her, and she couldnt catch up to it, she heard someone cough, and turned around.
headmaster potter was standing there.
"headmaster i just couldnt sleep," she said guilty.
"its ok, you are alot like me when i was your age, im. suprised you were not in gryffindor."
"my dad was in slytherin," she said.
"what are you doing out here anyway?" he asked.
"i couldnt sleep," she saif frowning.
"are you thinking about your father?" he asked.
"yes everyone was talking about him today, i was just wishing i could have met him."
"well i bet you could," he said.
"what do you mean?" asked rose.
"i mean he is a ghost, he wonders the castle, but he only lets you see him, if he wants you too, i have seen him twice since hes died."
"did you know my mom is a muggle?" she asked him.
"i did when i sent the letter, it doesnt matter what your parents are, you can be great. now you should be getting to sleep rose.
"alright headmaster," said rose walking off.
