Jamie Verentis

Backstory

When I was alive, I absolutely loved the idea of throwing things at my friends until they paid attention to me. It was all in good fun of course; being goofs in Gryffindor meant we didn't really take much to heart.
Until, quite literally, I did.
It was a sunny afternoon, sun shining, birds chirping. I was screwing around with a couple of pals when I stood in some dog poop.
Gross I know, but it's important.
So, we were all messing with each other, when my friend, let's call him Friend A, dares me to climb up the roof of the astrology tower.
Another friend of mine, let's call her friend B, says "Guys please this is dumb and you will d i e."

"Screw her," said evil me, resting on my shoulder, "prove her wrong."
"No," said good me, floating beside my head, "she's right."

Anyway, I did it.

As I was about to yell a "told you so" to Friend B, the dog crap on my shoe made me loose my footing.
So I fell and landed right on a spiky fence that was conveniently placed, and Friend B was right.
Listen to Friend B.