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Man, it had been a while. And yet many things look practically the same. Coralie knew better, though. Just because she'd been off trotting around on trips with her aunt Kimmy for the past two years (yeah, a bit longer than the two month trip they'd planned, whatever), didn't mean she'd had her head in the swamp. A lot had been going on, at least when it came to the whole of Halloween Town. But there was still such a sense of...normalcy. But how far would that extend? It was likely superficial.

And that was fine by her. It was bound to keep her entertained for a good long while.

She walked across the grounds, taking in what was both new and familiar. Wilfred was not nearly as interested or impressed.

"Dang, girl ya wasted all dat time trapsin' around like some jack damn goat that chewed through his pen when ya couldda been here gettin' yerself on ta doin' impor-tant thangs-" In some ways it looked like Wilfred was glad to be back. He'd certainly been a bit quieter on their travels, not that she usually paid much attention.

Glancing up briefly at the sky, she wondered what Mortan had been up to...

Coralie didn't turn to look at the ghoul right away, though she did notice her. The touch wasn't a shock because, honestly, it wasn't that much chillier than Mortan's would be and ghosts were all over campus after all. But it did give her some natural goosebumps right near where Katrine had laid her ghostly hand.

"Wilfred? Oh yeah. He has more opinions than most people and won't be shy to tell you, either," she said giving the sky once last glance.

"Maybe I wouddna have ta so damn much if ya were a nice reasonable ghoul who did thangs like she was supposta instead o' wander'n round wast'n yer life-" Annnnddd he kept going. Coralie didn't even seem to notice, though, as she turned to finally face the ghoul, who didn't look half bad for a ghost. Sometimes they were in pretty rough shape depending on the end they'd met and all. Not that that was a bad thing really.

"Hu? Oh..." The corner of her mouth tilted up in a bit of a crooked smile. "You must be newly...arisen or...whatever it is ghosts are, if you're asking that many questions. That or you're really lost. Feel free to tell me which. But this here is Amityville Academy, I'm Coralie, Cora's just fine though, and nah we haven't met before but there is a first time for everything. Or a second for most things in your case I'd guess."

Coralie waved a hand in front of her face dismissively. "Yeah, he's full of crap for the most part. Feel free to ignore him, I do." She didn't even hear him much anymore, she'd had that much practice tuning him out.

"Where yer manners at? Ya should listen', ya crazy, outta control-" And he was off again. Whatever.

What Coara did have to do was listen with a bit more attention, because the poor ghosty ghoul talked oddly. Ghosts were often all over the place when it came to such things. While not surprised, it didn't mean she didn't c**k her head and concentrate. "Lost? Yeah well, I bet that's a common feeling for ghostie gals like yourself. Don't worry, it's completely normal. Or I think it is is. But a name is a good start! What should I call you?"

"Well, I'd say nice to meet you, but you're probably not feeling top of your game right now, so the feeling might not be mutual," Coralie said as she pushed her hat back a little so she could get a better look at Katrine. Yeah, she was quite the looker, despite the whole being dead thing. Her hair had a little...something going on there. Water effect maybe? Probably had something to do with how she kicked the bucket.

"No, my memory's fine, but I'm a witch, not a ghost. For ghosts like you, the whole memory loss thing is pretty standard. And yeah, I guess grief might be something common to feel too. I don't imagine dying usually leaves behind good feelings or anything."