Helena is not afraid of anything except the ghosts that haunt her.
The clock is a wedding gift from her parents.
"I hate you," says her son. / She barely flinches. "How original."
"Why aren't you drinking?"
"I know it's hard for you to play nicely with your ex-girlfriends, Sirius."
Myrtle is afraid of dark things.
He'd been dead for a little over a week, but for the most part, he felt no different than he had in life.
The voices all blend together into a cacophony of sounds, and Neville closes his eyes and wonders why he's not already dead.
The girl's jaw tightened. "You know, for a library intern, you're not very helpful."
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