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MeredithRodneyMckay 
"OH MY GOSH IS THAT A GHOST?!"
Dahlia had been sat, quietly taking everything in, listening to conversations she probably shouldn't have been listening to, and touching everything within reach of her on the table; inspecting them to see if they were magical or just ordinary. She wasn't sure if anything was ordinary here.
Like ghosts. She'd seen it coming out the corner of her eye, and had immediately stood up and pointed, excitement and shock on her face. She had never, NEVER EVER, seen a ghost before. Good job her little sister wasn't there, she'd have run away crying. But Dahlia was fascinated. Especially when it spoke. She didn't even notice the slight rudeness of tone.
Climbing out from the bench, she skipped further down, and stopped in front of the great, shimmer form of the Friar. "Hello! I'm Dahlia. Who are you? Are you a real ghost or like, an illusion?"
Even if he hadn't been testing out personas, the screech would have frightened the Friar into a jump, a jerk of the neck in the new Hufflepuff's direction.
"I am a real ghost! Alfred. The Fat Friar!" he smiled before he could even think about, and continued,
"And I am the Hufflepuff house ghost!" his jolliness was back.
Alfred frowned suddenly, and twist around to face her again.
"I mean - of course I'm a ghost, what do you think I am?" Was that too mean? It was too mean. He felt bad.
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emjay
He was about to welcome another new Hufflepuff (Dahlia) when the voice of the Friar made him turn his head. What the-- Punks?? That was new. Henry gave the ghost a curious look before laughing. "Good one, Friar." Obviously it was some sort of joke. "Hope you had a nice summer." He gave the new girl an amused grin as she seemed positively fascinated by their house ghost. Had he been that way when he was a first year?
Good one what? Alfred heard the new head boy's statement and only found it confusing.
"I was having a great summer until all of you returned." He found himself saying.
It wasn't true; he missed the students when they weren't here, but this almost felt like
acting, and seeing as the Friar had never before acted with such an attitude before, and he found it....kind of fun. It was a little invigorating, even if he felt slightly bad about it all.
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Nymphadoraliz She sat there with her head on her chin as she listened to the happenings around her. Her eyes lifted as she heard the Fat Friar speak and she smiled a little but then stared at him. "Punks?" she asked blinking. Where in merlin's right pant leg had that come from? Now that was a first....she'd definitely not expected that. "Are...you feeling alright?"
"Of course I am!" he managed to say to this Hufflepuff.
"I feel perfectly fine!" Quote:
Originally Posted by
ChocolateFrog
Speaking of dying... Joy noticed a ghost! Oh, this was so exciting.
That must be the Fat Friar! She thought. Her mother and siblings had all told such fascinating tales of the Hogwarts ghosts. Only.... "HELLO, PUNKS" hadn't been in their stories. Joy observed the ghost curiously. She saw something cross his face that looked like a hint of regret for his words. He was probably a very friendly ghost, as she had heard, and maybe he was just in a bit of a rotten mood. Surely ghosts are allowed to have bad days, just like everyone else. She smiled nervously at the Friar.
Another new one. The Friar smiled at her and waved.
BUT HE WAS TRYING TO HAVE AN ATTITUDE.
Why was this so hard for him!? Merlin's socks!
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Originally Posted by
Anna Banana
Maddie could have just jumped up and turned a cartwheel at the sight of the house ghost. "Oh, look! It's the Fat Friar!" she exclaimed. She turned to the person next to her and whispered. "Should we be calling him fat? Does it make him sad? Should I say just Friar?" Oh, and he was throwing out some street talk, too, with that whole PUNKS part. "What's up, dawg?" she asked, trying to talk street talk in return. I mean, whatever floated his boat. "Good evening to you, too!"
And why was this one calling him a dog? He puffed up.
"I am no canine, milady! I am a Friar, and my name is Alfred!" And if he were a man standing on the ground and not a ghost floating midair, he would have stomped his foot!
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Ginevra When her house ghost greeted the table in a rather odd sort of way, Daisy looked at him with a slight smirk on her face. "Did a certain Slytherin ghost dare you to greet us in that manner?" Daisy inquired of The Fat Friar.
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Alfred was feeling empowered at this point, but terrible. He hoped no one's feelings were seriously hurt. If they were, oh goodness! Maybe they would enjoy the new Friar. Maybe they would enjoy his "attitude."
"NO! This is the new me! The new Alfred!" he said sharply.
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Stormdancer Blinking as he heard someone’s voice echo out a HELLO PUNKS, he turned around slowly to see if the Baron had decided to “grace” them with his presence… but no… It-it was their own house ghost and now Remy was somewhat confused. After six fulls terms here, he’d never heard the wonderfully happy Friar talk to any of his house students like that. Huh. ”Good evening, Friar, are you feeling alright?” You know… besides the being dead thing??
The ghost didn’t look too different, but he did look hurt… Did ghosts feel pain? He couldn’t remember reading that in anything he’d studied with Hirsch… huh. Maybe he’d have to try find an answer to that… Grinning at the young first year he had watched getting sorted [Dahlia] move closer to talk to the Friar, he looked away for now - happy that the Friar had enough attention to make sure he wasn’t going to re-die on them.
"I feel FINE!" he shouted. If he thought of this as acting, he could do it. He was acting like...like he was taking no more poops from people! No more!
"I feel perfectly fine. I am just the NEW ALFRED. I will no longer be a pushover! I will no longer be the ghost that people forget."