 Resident Ghost of Hufflepuff | Friendly & Cheerful
The Fat Friar rubbed his belly as he drifted into the special stands designated for a select group of magical beings, or non-beings in his case. He understood the need for secrecy with so many Muggles in the surrounding areas and was not in the least offended when he was instructed to sit in these particular stands. Sure, they were no Top Box seats, but they were pretty decent nonetheless. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be if he could eat some of those delicious foods he'd passed on his way up to the stadium...
Oho! There's the Widow from Kent, wailing as always. A little cheer would do her some good, "Good day, madame! Why the long face?"
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