Kaylee and the Fat Friar
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Snippet 53: S0ngD0g13
The Fat Friar glided into the Great Hall, as was his habit, well-before the students; the Hufflepuff House Ghost had always been something of an early-riser, and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the empty Hall as a place to reflect.
He was interrupted, however, by the entry of one of the Shipgirls who had arrived the day before. She glanced up from her book and paused. "Sorry, Father; didn't mean to interrupt you."
The Friar merely shook his head with a smile. "Not a problem at all, Child. I was nearly finished. What brings you down so early?" He floated up to where she'd sat down at the Ravenclaw Table.
Kaylee pulled her notes out of her coat and spread them out on the table, then produced a pot of coffee and a cup. "I was up all night talking with Professor Snape, researching Basilisk Venom." She started and blushed abruptly. "Oh, where are my manners; I'm Virginia, though my Christian name is Kaylee, Father."
"Friar William, at your service, Miss Kaylee. Though nowadays I'm primarily referred to as the 'Fat Friar'. I'm the House Ghost for Hufflepuff." He looked at the notes and saw how detailed they were, with citations interspersed in the young woman's precise hand. "My my, such a studious young lady; and to have gone all night researching? You'd have surely been a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw, were you a student here."
Kaylee smiled. "Thank you; I'll take that as a high compliment. I was always brought up to value thoroughness. Doing half a job only deserves half a pay-off, my granddad used to say." She pulled a second cup out of her hull and filled both. "Would you care for coffee, Father? I've heard from Harry that ghosts don't have trouble with food or drink made by Shipgirls."
The Friar smiled brightly. "I'd be delighted, Miss Kaylee. I'd heard much the same from Miss Warren." He picked up the tin cup and sipped, then smacked his lips with a smile. "Quite strong! I like it!" He laughed a deep, rolling belly-laugh at his first taste of coffee in several centuries.
Kaylee laughed along with him. "You think my Black-Gang's coffee is good, you should try some of Yamato's cooking, Padre. Just don't call her 'Hotel'; it's a bit of a sore spot for her."
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By the time the students started filing in, Kaylee and the Friar were engrossed in conversation, on their third pot of coffee, and the ironclad's crew had produced a plate of bacon and eggs for the ghost to go along with Kaylee's plate from the Kitchens.
"...So Saint Peter reads the scroll out loud for the Sergeants-Major and the Master Chief of the Navy: Each Branch of the Military is unique, and each has both its own strengths and its own weaknesses; Verily, each Service is Equal in Mine Eyes. Signed, God, US Navy, Retired."
The Fat Friar glided into the Great Hall, as was his habit, well-before the students; the Hufflepuff House Ghost had always been something of an early-riser, and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the empty Hall as a place to reflect.
He was interrupted, however, by the entry of one of the Shipgirls who had arrived the day before. She glanced up from her book and paused. "Sorry, Father; didn't mean to interrupt you."
The Friar merely shook his head with a smile. "Not a problem at all, Child. I was nearly finished. What brings you down so early?" He floated up to where she'd sat down at the Ravenclaw Table.
Kaylee pulled her notes out of her coat and spread them out on the table, then produced a pot of coffee and a cup. "I was up all night talking with Professor Snape, researching Basilisk Venom." She started and blushed abruptly. "Oh, where are my manners; I'm Virginia, though my Christian name is Kaylee, Father."
"Friar William, at your service, Miss Kaylee. Though nowadays I'm primarily referred to as the 'Fat Friar'. I'm the House Ghost for Hufflepuff." He looked at the notes and saw how detailed they were, with citations interspersed in the young woman's precise hand. "My my, such a studious young lady; and to have gone all night researching? You'd have surely been a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw, were you a student here."
Kaylee smiled. "Thank you; I'll take that as a high compliment. I was always brought up to value thoroughness. Doing half a job only deserves half a pay-off, my granddad used to say." She pulled a second cup out of her hull and filled both. "Would you care for coffee, Father? I've heard from Harry that ghosts don't have trouble with food or drink made by Shipgirls."
The Friar smiled brightly. "I'd be delighted, Miss Kaylee. I'd heard much the same from Miss Warren." He picked up the tin cup and sipped, then smacked his lips with a smile. "Quite strong! I like it!" He laughed a deep, rolling belly-laugh at his first taste of coffee in several centuries.
Kaylee laughed along with him. "You think my Black-Gang's coffee is good, you should try some of Yamato's cooking, Padre. Just don't call her 'Hotel'; it's a bit of a sore spot for her."
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By the time the students started filing in, Kaylee and the Friar were engrossed in conversation, on their third pot of coffee, and the ironclad's crew had produced a plate of bacon and eggs for the ghost to go along with Kaylee's plate from the Kitchens.
"...So Saint Peter reads the scroll out loud for the Sergeants-Major and the Master Chief of the Navy: Each Branch of the Military is unique, and each has both its own strengths and its own weaknesses; Verily, each Service is Equal in Mine Eyes. Signed, God, US Navy, Retired."