Tarja could go anywhere now. She supposed that was one advantage to being dead, though it gave her precious little pleasure when she thought of all she'd lost. She couldn't write, couldn't turn the pages of a book, couldn't touch...
Couldn't cry...
But she could explore, go to places where she'd never been before, and remain unseen, and that was at least something. Not that she had any desire to go somewhere she shouldn't - she had no interest in floating into a bank vault, even were she able to steal anything, nor did she want to invade a private place, someone's home. That would be the same as admitting she was different, that she was merely a ghost now and would be until to end of time. And that was something she didn't want to think about. She had once imagined how she would die, at the end of a long life, surrounded by grandchildren.
Not at the hands of a muggle car driver at the age of twenty one.
So she explored, simply picked a place and then went there, whooshing through the air at speeds faster than the very best brooms. Go somewhere, look around, then continue. She'd made it as far as Germany now, and she was somewhere near the Ministry for Magic. It was quite interesting, though she decided not to go into the building. Instead she chose a restaurant in the next street, one that appeared to be exclusively magical, for she wasn't ready to encounter muggles just yet, even though she wouldn't let them see her. She just...didn't want to see them.
So she hovered quietly in the shadows at the back of the restaurant, by a wall that was strangely damp and thus had no tables nearby, watching people come in, order their food, enjoy their meals, leave... three days she'd watched. It seemed fun to her to stay until she'd seen every item from the extensive menu consumed. She liked to guess peoples' professions and families - that young woman there, for example, the one who was speaking a foreign language that sounded like it might be English. Tarja decided she was engaged to a nice young man, and worked for the Ministry, though she hadn't yet decided which department.
Tarja sensed rather than felt movement from behind her and turned. Had she still been alive she would have stepped back with a shriek as part of the wall simply collapsed and hundreds, no, thousands of flobberworms tumbled out and began writhing on the floor. Even so, she lifted her feet instinctively, one after the other as she backed away with a thin squeal, coming to a halt right next to the table of the young woman she'd been observing minutes earlier.
@Rosaline Bane
