"Hogwarts was only one of the three great European schools of magic," he corrected her, gently. "There were other schools, further off, of course. But none of them, I'm sure, could compare to Hogwarts.

"Chaotic, I would call it," he said, his eyes and thoughts far off indeed. "A castle full of possibility, where it seemed anything could be real. It was a school, mind you, a very real one, but few other schools would allow a poltergeist like Peeves to dwell there, or a- " And here had nearly said too much, about his own history. With a cough into his fist, he shook his head and feigned sheepishness. "I could go on all day. But it would only be memories."