Diary of a First Year – Part 12
September 27, evening
Well, first, I walked into one. It was really unpleasant, like walking through a glacier waterfall. But the Fat Friar, the ghost of Hufflepuff, didn’t seem to mind all that much. He’s very friendly and told me his story: He just wanted to help those sick with the pox but was executed for practicing magic. I was lost on my way to visit Eloise in the hospital wing (she’s had a bit of a cold, so she went to see Madam Pomfrey), and he kindly showed me the way. He also told me some very interesting things about the ghosts of Hogwarts. For example, one of the reasons so many live in the castle is because they feel a particular curiosity about teaching or influencing future generations. He couldn’t remember how and when the House ghosts were designated but said there is always a bit of friendly rivalry between them. He told me, when I mentioned my interest in Charms, that he has contacts with some famous spell inventors who became ghosts. He thought he might be able to find a way for us to correspond!
It seems a bit strange to talk to the imprint of a departed soul like they are just another person, but I suppose that’s one of the wonders of the wizarding world.