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Fat Friar 
Gliding into the Great Hall was a jolly, much relieved Fat Friar. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest! He felt freer...cleaner...like he could breathe. Not that he could, but metaphorically speaking, yes.
"Well good evening, Hufflepuff!" Alfred waved and stopped next to Henry. "Is everyone feeling all right? Exams went well for everyone I hope!" and he chuckled as if the term hadn't been traumatic at all.
He was happy it was over!
Hattie was bored. The feast was boring. Or at least the hufflepuff table was boring anyway. She did not like it. And was actually about to get up and go and find something more interesting when the fat friar came down to the table. Ahh. Maybe this would make it a little more fun, because she was really bored.
"Hi!" The third year beamed at the ghost, not using his name. It would be a little rude to call him the fat friar, and mean.
"I'm excited to go home! Finaalllly!" And nobody else was talking. But that was sad.