Perhaps it was because the weather was cold today, and they had used up some energy in the Castle's Entrance Hall? [Referring to Peeves]
The mountains of food shrank at a visible rate.
Heavy rain battered the tall windows. Another peal of thunder exploded, and lightning streaked across the gloomy ceiling, briefly lighting up the entire Great Hall.
But none of this disturbed the young wizards as they feasted.
Only when the main courses vanished in a blink and were replaced by delicious little desserts in another blink did the young wizards finally set down their knives and forks in satisfaction, and scattered conversations began.
"Your feast nearly fell through today," the Fat Friar said. "There was a bit of trouble in the Kitchen earlier."
"Why?" a newly enrolled young wizard asked, staring unblinkingly at the Fat Friar, his eyes holding fear but even more curiosity. He had probably never seen a ghost before.
"Peeves causing trouble, naturally." The Fat Friar shook his head.
"Who's Peeves? Another ghost?" the young wizard asked curiously.
An older student answered his question a moment later, though both his tone and expression were decidedly unpleasant. Then there was the hair plastered to the older student's forehead and a scrap of red balloon.
Su Er understood. This was another unlucky soul who had just been tormented by Peeves.
"So what did Peeves do?"
"The same old thing-he wreaked havoc in the Kitchen, throwing pots and pans everywhere. Honestly, I originally advocated giving him a chance-letting him attend this welcoming feast-but after what he's done, I can't very well speak up for him."
The Fat Friar sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
"Honestly, I now think the Bloody Baron was absolutely right. Peeves is beyond saving-"
The Bloody Baron was a taciturn, gaunt ghost covered