"The ghosts of Hogwarts loved wandering around," Helena said, a little worried. "Nearly Headless Nick often charged off in any direction without looking where he was going... They might come plunging in headfirst."
"Your mother will make a simplified version of the Room of Requirement between this Chamber of Secrets and our castle up above," Allen said. He had just finished carving one section, and seeing his daughter beside him, he took a large bottle of Cola from the temporary pile nearby, poured a glass each for himself and Helena, then made some ice cubes with Glacius and dropped them in.
"Thank you, Father." Helena gave a very proper curtsy before accepting it. She did not feel thirsty, but she loved the atmosphere of eating and drinking together with her parents. Besides, fizzy, syrupy drinks were among the few things ghosts could still somewhat experience.
"Just like when you're burying a body and don't want anyone else to find it, it's best to dig deeper, then put another dead dog on top..." Luna went on drawing the Obsidian Pillar in front of her. "Where's mine?"
"Don't teach Helena things like that..." Allen grumbled, though his hands still made Luna a glass. Then he jerked his chin at his daughter.
Helena quickly nodded. She took the cup and floated over to Luna's side, beginning to feed her mother—she deeply enjoyed being able to use her ability to touch things to do things for her parents.
Looking every inch like an old father, the boy refilled his own glass with carbonated drink. "Speaking of divine power... When you pretended to be the Goddess of Luck, the Hogwarts Centaur Tribe that came to believe in you is now being stirred up by those Pureblood families. Add to that the Dragon Farm built beside