Every Day, We're Getting Closer (Ethan)

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Ethan wasn't really expecting the conversation to away from academics... But he was oddly not bothered when it did. He shook his head, "I haven't decided whether or not to tell them..." he knew there were ways, through letters and whatnot, but he just didn't know if that would be best for them. "It would be different if they could come see me but... Being muggles, I don't think anyone would allow it." He had actually thought this through several times. If they could come, he would definitely say something. But just sending letters beyond the grave seemed... Cruel. Annie could handle it, he was sure, but he didn't know about his mum and dad. And he wouldn't want to ask Annie to keep it from them. That would be a lot to ask of a kid. Well, not that she was really a kid anymore. He knew that she was only a year older, but a lot could happen in a year at her age. She was probably smarter than ever and maybe even noticing boys and all that. He hoped not, though. He would prefer that she waited a few years. He wondered how his family explained his death to other muggles. An accident at school, maybe? Whatever it was, he felt bad that they had to make up a fake reason.

@oona

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Ethan said that he still hadn't come to a decision on whether or not to tell his family that he was still around as a ghost, and Oona thought she understood—at least a little bit—why that might have been. He said that it would have been different if they were able to come and see him, but he didn't think that they would be permitted.

“They… can't see you,” Oona spoke contemplatively, “can they?” That was part of why Muggles were so fixated on ghosts and whether or not they were real, she thought. There were so many different television programs and books and films about people who claimed that they could somehow communicate with the dead. Would he even show up on a camera as some sort of disturbance? To her, of course, it didn't matter. Ethan was real; he was still a person with whom she could converse. Maybe his ability to float through walls and virtually anything else set him apart from the living, but there was little else—in Oona's mind—to set him apart; he had been dead for just a year.

“Do you miss them?” It was probably a loaded question. On one hand, she didn't think that he had had any awareness of his own death until he had come back as a ghost; on the other, he must have thought about it since—what they were doing with their lives without his being there.

@ghostethan

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He shrugged, "I'm not sure. But I'd bet they could still feel my presence or something. At least I'D be able to see THEM," he clarified. That might be worth it to him, but not necessarily to his loved ones. Annie would be okay, though. She would probably prefer it. Just knowing his ghosts was in the room. Maybe having a wizard translate his words for them.

Oona asked if he missed them and his brows furrowed together. "I do, yeah," he answered shortly. He didn't say anything else on the topic right away. The answer was simple enough and true, but it was complicated. He missed his parents and sister the most, but he didn't miss hiding the magical world from extended family and friends. He was lucky he had died at Hogwarts where there were people to talk to. He was lucky he could attend classes and keep learning, at least in theory.

@oona

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Although placing his emphasis on the fact that, at the very least, he would be able—himself—to communicate his continued existence to his family, Ethan said that he wasn't sure if his family would be able to see him. Maybe they wouldn't believe that it was really him; maybe they would believe that someone was playing a cruel joke on them, but there was always a chance that they would believe him.

He did miss his family, he said, but he didn't say more than that. It was probably still uncomfortable for him to talk about, though at least he wasn't as upset about his death as Moaning Myrtle always was about hers.

“It must be awful,” she nodded, yawning although not intending to do so. “What time is it?” she wondered then. It was late; she knew that much, and she did need to go to bed eventually.

@ghostethan
OOC: Wanna wrap this up?

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She sympathized as to how awful it most have been for him and he nodded. Then she asked what the time was and he shook his head. "Not sure. Time is strange," he chuckled. "I'll leave you. I suggest you get some sleep," he added. He had found her sleeping after all. He floated up to standing and gave her one more little wave before floating off. He didn't sleep so he'd probably go creep around the library or the pitch. He hasn't really gotten acclimated with the other ghosts yet... They were all so ancient and he didn't have much in common with them. The one he was closest in age to was Myrtle, and talking to her was basically the opposite of the non depressing route he wanted to go with his death.

@oona
(The end)