The Friar was about to answer Esme when...a lion cub from across the hall splattered food all across Norah! And Henric! And other students! He gasped and whirled around to face his running figure.

"Oh my," He muttered as chaos ensued. Food was going everywhere! The Friar had half a mind to pretend to be a target, so the students who were going to get in trouble for this would at least have fun before that! Instead, he tried to make sure all of the Hufflepuff's were all right, especially the first years.

"Is everyone okay? What a waste of food!" he was quite worried this would hurt the house elves' feelings. He might have to float down there and have a little chat, make sure that if they did hear about this, they wouldn't be hurt.

Paul Myers, the new head of the badgers, approached them, and he was sorry to see the man looking so crestfallen. "Professor Myers, sir, your banjo is going to be all right." He tried to hug the man, but forgot he was a ghost, and floated right through him.