A salt barrel? Goodness that was...drastic. And coming from such a lady as well. The Friar almost gaped at her when she suggested it, but his attention was instead caught by the Headmistress who suddenly started shouting at the children to clear the hall. She was louder than him, but yes good.

Floating on the spot, the Friar spun around when Sir Nicholas called his name. "Yes! Indeed I can. Although now I think of it, might need to engage a house elf for the task!" he said, following the Gryffindor ghost out of the Great Hall.

This could work or go disastrously wrong. He was keeping his transparent fingers crossed for the former. "I say, Sir Nicholas! Where exactly are we going to do this..." His voice was quieter this time, as he zoomed as fast as he could to catch up. No need for the children to hear.