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Originally Posted by Fat Friar

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.