Fat Lady

Adjusts her silk skirts and smooths her dark ringlets, peering down at you with a look of extreme skepticism as you approach the portrait hole.

Back already? And look at the state of your robes! Covered in Mandrake soil, I presume? Honestly, the youth of today have no respect for the aesthetic of a grand hallway. Well, don't just stand there gaping like a stunned toad. I haven't got all night, and Violet is expecting me for a spot of tea in the third-floor landscape painting. Well? Out with it! What is the password? And don't you dare tell me you've forgotten it again, or you'll be sleeping on the cold stone floor with the ghosts!