Fat Friar
Book #1, #2, #4, #5 |
COMPILED BY WILLOW SEVERN
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Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air --
several people behind him screamed.
"What the --?"
He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just
streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they
glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the
first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk
was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second
chance --"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?
He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost --
I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them.
"About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old
house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's
about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away
through the opposite wall.
Book 1
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down
at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily
at her.
Book 1
The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with
candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long,
thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly
light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every
step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly around him,
he heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.
"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner
and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet
drapes. "My dear friends," he said mournfully. "Welcome,
welcome . . . so pleased you could come. . . ." He swept off his plumed
hat and bowed them inside. It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full
of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around
a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty
musical saws, played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform.
A chandelier overhead blazed midnight-blue with a thousand more black candles.
Their breath rose in a mist before them; it was like stepping into a freezer.
"Shall we have a look around?" Harry suggested, wanting to warm
up his feet. "Careful not to walk through anyone," said Ron nervously,
and they set off around the edge of the dance floor. They passed a group
of gloomy nuns, a ragged man wearing chains, and the Fat Friar, a cheerful
Hufflepuff ghost, who was talking to a knight with an arrow sticking out
of his forehead. Harry wasn't surprised to see that the Bloody Baron, a
gaunt, staring Slytherin ghost covered in silver bloodstains, was being
given a wide berth by the other ghosts.
Book 2
"Peeves, of course," said Nearly Headless Nick, shaking his head,
which wobbled dangerously. He pulled his ruff a little higher up on his
neck. "The usual argument, you know. He wanted to attend the feast
- well, it's quite out of the question, you know what he's like, utterly
uncivilized, can't see a plate of food without throwing it. We held a ghost's
council - the Fat Friar was all for giving him the chance - but most wisely,
in my opinion, the Bloody Baron put his foot down."
Book 4
SPOILER WARNING!!!
The following passages are from Book 5 : Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK!!!
THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
SPOILERS BELOW!
'Dumbledore will be back before long,' said Ernie Macmillan confidently
on the way back from Herbology, after listening intently to Harry's story.
They couldn't keep him away in our second year and they won't be able to
this time. The Fat Friar told me -' he dropped his voice conspiratorially,
so that Harry, Ron and Hermione had to lean closer to him to hear '- that
Umbridge tried to get back into his office last night after they'd searched
the castle and grounds for him. Couldn't get past the gargoyle. The Head's
office has sealed itself against her.' Ernie smirked. 'Apparently, she had
a right little tantrum.'
Book 5