When you happened to be as giddy with happiness and kindness like the Fat Friar was, everyday was a beautiful day. Which was exactly why today was no different. The Hufflepuff ghost hummed the Hogwarts anthem as he drifted lazily along the third floor corridor. He was on his way to the Clock Tower Entrance for no particular reason. This was his intention until he came across a strange scene. Really though, can anything be considered strange after one has lived hundreds of years and was witness to many a scene?

“Hello, hello!” The Friar wafted up to the three students and their feline friends. A closer look told him that one of Hufflepuffs was asleep. Or was he only just drifting off. “An odd place to sleep, I should think,’’ he continued mildly. “I say! I do miss sleeping.” At the mention of this, his expression shifted into one of great forlornness.