He had done so much today, he had done waaay too much today. He had gotten up early like one of those boring adult people that had jobs. Waking up early is torture. The first year was tired. He had walked around Hogwarts and nearly all of the grounds all day long today. He felt drained but that was probably because he didn't bring his guitar with him, he could go get it right now but that meant that he would have to walk further than what he wants to right now.

The Scottish boy couldn't even make it to the sofa, he just flopped on the floor. "JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIIIIIE." He yelled out dramatically. Someone was going to step on him and that wasn't going to be fun but he would get through it. Maybe he would die an honorable death, one with too much exercise in one day...no on year...no still not right...in ONE LIFETIME. The little first year was so dramatic right now thanks to his lack of sleep last night.

The Friar had made his rounds of the castle. There had been some weird things happening, but he couldn't quite place it. He decided he check up on the Hufflepuffs and floated serenely into the common room.

He had fully intended on greeting the students with a big grin and a cheerful HELLO but the first year on the floor seemed more than just a little upset.

The Friar stopped near him.

"Oh no...we can't leave you here to die...you have so much left to live for!"

Students were so dramatic, but the Friar thought they had right to be. Life was hard at this age. "What's wrong, then, Brady?" Had he gotten the name correct? He hoped he had the name correct. "Anything I can help with?"

The first year was nice and relaxed. He wasn't going to be movie any time soon. Nope, not one centimeter. Brady closed his eyes slowly. Then it happened. WHAT WAS THAT? A voice?

There was a voice. Why was there a voice? The Scottish boy hadn't seen anyone in here when he walked in and he hadn't heard anyone walk in or come out of the dormitories. So what was going on? Was he hearing voices? He was hearing voices. Why was he hearing voices? But it was voices, it was just one voice. He had heard that voice before.

Bradson peaked through his eyes and saw the house ghost. "Do you know how to get my feet and legs to stop hurting?" The eleven year old looked up at the ghost. "I walked around the whole castle twice and around the whole grounds once." His legs felt like jelly.

Then a question popped into his head. He would wait to ask it.

The Friar would have taken a seat if he were still alive. However, since he was now a ghostly entity and could not sit without floating right through things, he merely leaned over to peer more closely at the boy.

"Well, you probably just need rest!" he smiled a little. "So you went exploring? I bet that was fun, Brady. Sorry to hear you're tired now, though. Tell me, did you enjoy the sights? Or are you too tired to enjoy anything?" He was making conversation. It was nice to get to know the students, especially the badger ones.

Katerina had had a very rough day. It was a rare one where she just wanted to get back to her common room or dorm and just make a blanket fort and color in a coloring book. Or hangout and read a book. Anything really. Mostly she just wanted to get in her Jammies and see her Brady.

Lucky for her Brady was already in the common room and with the Fat Friar. Which was even better. The Friar's happy positive attitude was just what she needed.

She headed over to them and sat next to Brady. "Hey, Brady. Mr. Friar, sir!" She gave each a smile.

"Do you think I'll be a ghost when I die?" It was a random question the eleven year old had stashed in the back his mind. "My dad isn't a ghost. If he was I would be able to see him right?" Bradson didn't know that much about ghosts but he was sure that he would do some more research on them after tonight. The first year agreed with the ghost one hundred percent. "I need a lot of rest." Bradson nodded. "It was so much fun! I love exploring!" It was the highlight of his day, he got to just do nothing and look around at the sights of Hogwarts. "I'm not too tired to tell you, mister Friar sir!" The Scottish boy smiled brightly.

"Do you have a favorite part of the castle?" Brady was curious if ghost had a favorite anything. He was sure they did since they were human once.

As the first year was talking to the house ghost he heard a familiar voice, more than familiar, it was his best friends voice! BEST FRAAAAAAND! Brady wanted to hug her but he was still laying on the floor. "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!" Brady yelled out to her.

Gwen groaned upon reaching the common room. It was obvious she'd walked in on something she shouldn't have. There was a boy lying across the floor moaning, and a girl and a ghost coaxing him.

Gwen didn't know whether to announce herself, the shy little duck she was, or whether she should just go up to her dormitory. But she hesitated a moment too long, and they noticed her.