Carlton looked down at the scribbled notes of directions he held in his hand.

"Second floor, Arithmancy." He mumbled to himself. "Professor Greyvson." It was a class he was looking forward to, if only he knew how to get to it once the lessons started. He turned a corner on the second floor corridor and stopped dead in his tracks.

He had just found his favorite place in the castle. Granted, he had only seen a few places but this corridor was definitely on his top 5 list. Top 10 at least. He took a few more steps down the corridor and looked around him with wide eyes. He was supposed to make sure he knew the way to Arithmancy for the next class but he could do what he was supposed to do later. As of right now, he had bigger things on his mind. And shinier. His hand itched to reach out and touch one of the knights that decorated the corridor.

No one would really notice would they?

Olivia had set about finding her classes for the year. She couldn't afford to be late to any classes. She started with Divination and Astronomy as they were both on the same floor as her common room and slowly made her way down each flight of stairs. Finally, she found herself on the second floor. This was where her Arithmancy class was, wasn't it? The one that her older brother had always complained about it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? She could only wait until taking that class to decide for herself. Oh well....

She stopped in the corridor when noticed several suits of armour. Wow. This was impressive. The brunette slowly made her way over towards all of the medieval gear, admiring all the intricate details. She turned and noticed that there was another student here, also, checking out the suits of armour. Huh. "It's all really impressive. Are you going to touch it?" she asked of the younger kid cause that's totally what she would do. She didn't think that would be against the rules, right?

Carlton jumped at the sound of another person approaching him. He looked down at his shoes waiting for her to pass by him like everyone else. But instead she spoke to him. He looked up startled. Was she really talking to him? But... But she was a girl!

He shook his head vigorously. "Nuh-uh, I wasn't gonna touch it." He blurted out quickly. Lying, of course. "... Much." He clenched his heavy bag of schoolbooks and swallowed hard. He didn't see she was wearing any shiny badges but that didn't mean she didn't have the power to rat him out.

"Please don't tell Mr. McLeod!" Desperation in his voice. "He's.... Scary. And I don't want to spend detention in the dungeons, I wouldn't even find my way there!"

"Uh huh? Cause it looked like you were," she sang quite amused by this boy's behaviour. What was his response going to be? She waited.

Olivia smiled, folding her arms slowly, as she listened to the boy blurt out his answer. She was thoroughly amused by how frantic he looked. It was a little funny but she was sure that he was sweating bullets at the moment.”Mr. McLeod?” she grinned (almost maniacally like a super villain) as she spoke. She could have laughed at how scary he was. “Oh yes, he’s quite… .frightening.” Smirk. She had never encountered Mr. McLeod before but she couldn't believe that a Professor or adult at Hogwarts could be frightening.

"But don't worry about it, kid. I'm not a Prefect so if you do touch it, I didn't see a thing." Nod.

Carlton eyed her suspiciously. She agreed Mr. McLeod was scary?! Great. He hadn't even met his Head of House yet and the first person he talks to says he's scary. Great. Great! He fiddled with his robes when she smirked. Was... Was there a joke somewhere that he'd failed to notice?

"But don't worry about it, kid. I'm not a Prefect so if you do touch it, I didn't see a thing."

This made him relax slightly. And when fear of Slytherin's Head of House faded he suddenly remembered who he was talking to. One of them. A... A.... A girl.

"That's n-n-nice of you." He mumbled looking down at the crunched parchment of directions in his hand. It was nice. She was the nicest student he'd met so far. "I'm-I'm new." He hated his stuttering, it only came up when he was really nervous. "To the Hogwarts." The Hogwarts? Whatever, at least he didn't stutter that time.

Peeves wasn’t in a very good mood, as he dashed his way towards the Suits of Armour, ready to make some noise and chaos with a handful of Dungbombs and Stink Pellets! This time...HE WILL NOT FAIL. He will show the whole school who’s supreme!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

OH LOOK STUDENTSIIIIIIIESSS!!! PEEEEEEERFECT! PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT!

Grinning, he slowly crept his way behind the students, and threw a bunch of dungbombs at them, and at the suits of armour.

*THUNK* *THUNK* *THUNK* STINKIIIIEEEESSSS.

“OOOHHHHHHH! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!! THE CARETAKER WOULD BE SOOOOOOOO MAAAD!!!” Peeves took a summersault in the air in delight before cackling madly.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Should I tell the Headmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistress too??????????” Peeves rubbed his hands together, and blew raspberries at them.




Now, this is the life!

Her darling Peevsipoo was being a right poo-hubby walking away from her like that right in the middle of an argument exchange of WORDS. Not FAIR!

Now she had to go LOOK for HIM since she didn't get to finish saying her piece. And Peevise knew Miffy wanted to say EVERYTHING on her chest.

Floating into the suits of armours blowing out raspberries in her wake she took in the scene in front of her with the students and her hubby and let out a high-pitched *GIGGLE* "It STINKS awfully in here. Who has FARTED? Peevise we should notify their HoH's, they're contaminiating the air."

Playing with a big raspberry Miffy floated closer to her Peevisepoo and said "Stormie would have loved being a part of this....."

*GIGGLE*

Olivia watched the boy as he crumbled up the piece of parchment in his hands. She wondered what it was. Perhaps a list? She'd ask later. In the meantime, she continued listening. He was also new to "THE" Hogwarts? Chuckle. Now that was ADORABLE. She smiled at him. "I'm New too. Well a transfer," she said.

She was about to ask another question when Peeves had appeared and thrown dungbombs at them as well as the suits of armour behind them. Merlin. She hadn't heard him coming at all. Well... she didn't expect him to be noisy as he was a poltergeist.. It stunk. It stunk SO BADLY. And she wasn't probably never going to get the stench out of her clothes. It kind of smelt like a skunk. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwwwwww. She felt like she'd gag and almost darted off when she remembered that she had a first year with her. Well she wasn't going to let Carlton face them alone.

Instead of retreating, Olivia took a step forward towards Peeves and his new companion (Miffy). Instead of glaring, she simply smiled at the Poltergeist. They were both just pranksters, right? "Uh huh funny. Nice prank." Nice but absolutely gross.... At the mention of telling the Headmistress or another Professor or the Caretaker, Olivia frowned. That wouldn't be good... But. Wait. She smiled, suddenly not afraid of whatever outcome. "And they will believe you with your prankster reputation, Peeves?" she asked folding her arms with an amused smile at both ghosts.

Carlton stood frozen, with wide eyes and all color disappearing from his cheeks.

"Ghosts. They're ghosts. I'm looking at ghosts. Those are ghosts." Those were ghosts. Real ghosts. He'd heard they existed but he had chosen to ignore and hopefully forget that little fact. He opened his mouth as if to say something but didn't seem to find the words.

Instead, he took a stumbling step backwards. Right into one of the armored suits. It gave out a loud, metallic noise and he squealed jumping forward, cluthing the other student's clothes.

She was smelly. But she was also safety. Smelly or not, he would not let her leave him alone. Ever

His saviour, who didn't know the name of yet, actually spoke back to the ghosts! Could you do that? Why was she asking the ghost if Mr. McLeod would believe him? Why would his Head of House believe Carlton? Authority figures were scary, plus: he was a first year who was about to be expelled. Not very trustworthy. He wanted to cry. But he didn't.

Yet.

It was just too much. He didn't want to be yelled at and he did not want to be expelled.

"Please," He heard himself beg in a whimpering voice. "Please don't tell Mr. McLeod. I-I... I don't want to be expelled." Because that's the worst thing that could happen right? They wouldn't force him to go near the Forbidden Forest, would they? WOULD THEY?!

Kitty was just doing her regular prefect patrols (while wearing a simple black t-shirt instead of robes, but with a prefect badge pinned on the front )when a terrible stench reached her nostrils. "GAA!!!" she exclaimed, covering her nose with her black turtleneck. Dungbombs. She hated them!

Then a pair of voices boomed out nearby. Peeves and Miffy! She'd recognize those annoying anywhere. Kitty sped along the corridors and ran towards the offending smell and voices. She rounded the corner and arrived at the armor suites.

Kitty scowled at Miffy and Peeves before turning to Olivia and the first year student. "Are you okay? Did these two throw Dungbombs at you?" She then placed her hands on her hips and took several steps towards Miffy and Peeves, scowling angrily at them. (She was glad she was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans instead of robes as it made the gesture more threatening, in her opinion.) "If you did this, I'm going to go and tell Headmistress Regina Hawthorne and you teo are going to be in SUCH trouble you aren't going to believe it."

Olivia noticed the ickle first year, Carlton, stiffen like a statue or as if someone had cast a spell on him. Don't lock your knees. Please don't lock your knees and pass out on me, kid, she thought. She covered her nose with her sleeve, thinking of the inevitable. Now how could she possibly carry Carlton whilst escaping this horrible STENCH? A terrible clash sounded and she felt hands holding onto her robes. Olivia glanced down to her side to see the young first year there. Poor thing. He probably wouldn't sleep all too well tonight.

And then he was pleading with the ghosts not to tell Mr. McLeod? What was he THINKING? He was playing right into there hands. She was certain that the ghosts would just laugh and make more fun of young Carlton. Olivia was about to turn to comfort him when a Prefect showed up on the scene. Boy was the troublemaker ever so glad to see a parole officer, am I right?

"Yeah. We were just caught off guard and this stench is horrible." Really gross. She'd have to wash for days to make sure that the scent was out of her hair and clothing and everything. To Kitty's question, she nodded. "Well only Peeves through the dungbombs." She glanced at Peeves for a moment before turning her gaze to Miffy and then back to Kitty. "The other one... I'm afraid I don't know her name... just showed up moments later," she explained. She almost felt like nodding in response with the Prefect's statement but stayed silent, wondering what sort of trouble the two poltergeists would be in. Were they going to be sent to detention? Wouldn't they just escape through the walls? How did Hogwarts deal with mischievous poltergeists.

Olivia had no clue.

Instead, she turned to young Carlton. "It's going to be okay. I promise." With that, she gave a nod and patted the boy on the shoulder. It would be okay. They would make it through together. On a lighter note, she leaned closer to the boy. "Also she's a Prefect." So don't go around touching the suits of armour with her present. Mhmm..

Peeves rolled his eyes in annoyance as Miffy glided along. Can’t he have this moment to himself? “Stormie would’ve loved being a part of this BLAH BLAAAH BLAAAAH.” He repeated Miffy’s words in her sing-song high pitched voice. He was tired of that polterkid ruining things FOR HIM. “Well HONEY, I wouldn’t be so tickled if he was here. THIS IS MY PRANK!” HMF!

Peeves went on to ignore his wife, as he zoomed towards the first student who spoke, his face almost touching the Gryffindor’s. “OOOOHOOHOOHOO! DIDJA LIKE IT?!” Peeves tumbled backwards cackling madly! “And you honestly think that they will NOT believe ME when you’ve got dirt all over your person? AHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS FUUUUUUUUN!” Peeves went on to hit the armours with more dungbombs. The walls weren’t spared as well.

“AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING GHOST?! Those are BOOOHOHOHOOOORING! THHHHHHPBTTTT!” he commented. “Should I teeell Mr McLeoood?” Peeves asked out loud as he looked outside the window. “NAAAAH. A visit to the Headmistress would be better, doncha think?”


MWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

And here comes a BADGED STUDENTSIE! “N’aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww you’re no fuuuuuuuuuuun!” Peeves did a quick summersault before DUMPING dungbombs on her HEAD. And in a quick TWIRLING motion, Peeves showered them all with GLITTER. “AREN’T YOU ALL STINKY PRETTIEEEESSSS?!?!?!”


“HAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Miffy's good mood dropped considerably as her darling Peevsiepoo acted all childish-like repeating her words to him in her exact high pitched sing-songy voice too. The NERVE!. He knew she HATED when he did that!!

Stewing and chewing on several raspberries she was just about to cackle back to her Peevisepoo, when Prefect what's her name Kitty-cat of the eaglets, decided to show up and act all angry-like.

Floating closer to her Miffy blew out the raspberry seeds in her mouth aiming for the girl's forehead as she sing songed out in a very high-pitched tone. "Bohooo, we're in trouble! Baah who cares, Misses headpersonsiss can't do a thing to us.................."

Turning away from the prefect with a huff Miffy flew straight over the other girls head, ruffling around her hair as she did so to get to Peeves.

Hovering in front of her darling Miffy cackled mimicking his exact tone and sound "Stormie is just a boy daaaaaaarling, you need to act like a FATHER to him and teach him things Peevsie dearest and not do everything to be the centre of everyone's attention all the time. Stormie needs you TOOOOO!"

If only they didn’t have this argument, Peeves would’ve applauded Miffy. BAHAHAHAHAHA! That was an epic thing to do, and a gooood comeback!

But then Miffy had to happen, and HER CONSTANT NAGGING! “HMMMFFFF.” Peeves grumbled loudly as he crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air. “BLAH BLAH BLAAAAH I AM NOT LISTENING TO ANY OF THIS MIFFY DEAR!”

The mention of Storm’s name made his expression menacing. “I, PEEVES, WILL NEVER SHARE MY SPOTLIGHT!” For all he knew, it was his birthright to terrorize the students of Hogwarts. “HOW DARE THAT KID STEAL MY THUNDER!!!”

Peeves immediately flew away from Miffy, and in his annoyance, dumped another handful of dungbombs at the Slytherin kid, and kicked one of the steel statues hard until it crashed on the floor.

*CRAAASSSSSHHHHHH* *CLUNK CLUNK* *CLUNK*

“HAVE FUN GETTING IN TROUBLE!!!” Peeves blew angry raspberries at everyone as he stormed off towards another floor.

HE WAS DONE WITH THIS STORM BUSINESS!

Miffy was a MOMMMA now.. She had to NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG, it was her prerogative now. Peevsiepoo needed to grow up and jump on the fatherly train to loooooooooooooooooovely parenthood..................

"ON NO YOu don't, get to stick your nose up at me my Peevsie!" Miffy shrieked.

"You are as much STORMIES PARENT as I am! You have to LISTEN TO ME! We're MARRIED, remember?" The last was said with an exasperated puff out off air.

Crossing her arms and shaking her head Miffy worked herself up to another high-pitched wailey tone as she continued her tirade "NOW you are being even more CHILDISH than ever Peevsie loverly! STORMIE is your SON. You have to let him share in your thunder. That's what GOOD parents ..........DO!"

As Peeves stormed off Miffy dramatically shouted after his departing figure "THE LAST THING HAS NOT BEEN SAID ABOUT THIS. YOU LOVE ME AND STORMIE and I WILL MAKE YOU SEE THAT."

Angry, exasperated, sad and who knew what else Miffy brought out some live leeches from the many pockets on her dress which she poured without care or thought over the gryffindor girls head on her way out off the suits of armour to hunt down Peeves in another part of the castle. She was not letting him win this argument no sireee!

Carlton watched the scene with wide eyes. The very fact that this was even happening was blowing his mind. He was standing with his mouth open in shock. An older student had actually approached him. They'd been attacked by ghosts. And a Prefect had shown up to save them?

Was he in the middle of a movie?

He felt oddly safe around the other students. They were older. Older people knew how to handle stuff. Carlton didn't. Surely older students must be able to save him, right? At least he thought so, until one of the ghosts zeroed in on him as a target and dropped a number of dungbombs on him.

Carlton squealed and tried to dodge the attack, which failed miserably. If he'd known some magic he would have probably been able to use it. But he didn't.

And now he smelled even worse. He let out another scream and brought up the sleeve of his robe to his nose in an effort to drain out the smell, only to be reminded that everything on him stunk. Why was the world doing this to him?!

He crouched down, curled up into a ball and decided to take whatever was coming his way. Maybe if he closed his eyes and hoped for the best the ghosts would disappear and he could pretend that this had never happened.

He opened one eye and peered up through his fingers at the ghosts hovering above them when they stormed off. But not before dumping leeches on the non-Prefect girl.

Carlton squealed again and clumsily moved away from them, still in his crouched position.

"Yuck!" He squealed in a high-pitched voice. "I stink!" He exclaimed, his lower lip wibbling. "I don't want to be expelled!"

And there it was, there was just no stopping the tears now.

Eugh. Talk about drama. Bad family drama.

Peeves and his wife (Miffy, was her name?) were having a very bad argument in front of them. It was a rather awkward situation to bear witness too. She bit her lip and continued to watch the two. It was hard not to avoid there argument as they were right in front of them. She looked down at her hands briefly and then back at Carlton to see if he was okay and then finally to Kitty.

Then Peeves stormed off. But he didn't leave without an exit.

She was about to say something else when Peeves through two more dungbombs at Carlton. NO! NOT THE FIRST YEAR. CLANG. CLUNK. CLANG. Several metal pieces that were part of the armour suits went flying around the room, causing beautifully distributed chaos. CARLTON!! she was about to shout before several leeches were thrown onto her. She tried her best to move out of the way of the leeches. She successfully did but she stepped on something slippery and fell back onto the floor. THUD! She hit the floor with most of her weight on her back and left arm. Her head touched the floor less gently then she had predicted it would.

Owwwwww...

Everything hurt. She heard crying. Who was crying? She opened her eyes and sat up slowly. Her neck and shoulder were itchy. Her right hand flew to that location first. Leech. EWWWW. Okay. Just one. Breathe. Breathe. She touched her shoulder gingerly and felt another leech attached to her. Olivia tried to brush it off but it didn't work. She winced when she tried to move her left arm to try to get herself to stand up. Ow. Ow. Ow. She ended up pulling her arm back towards her. Her arm felt broken or twisted. Well she'd have to go pay a visit to Healer Reed after this but first was Carlton alright? "Carlton. It's okay. They're gone. You're not going to get expelled. Kitty saw it all." They had an alibi. They would be okay, right? She turned to look at the older girl. "We'll go get cleaned up. The smell will stop." After several showers.

Imogen had heard something from her office, it was quite a racket really…and the god awful rancid stench of dung bombs had made its way to her office. Peeves was still at it wasn’t he? That poltergeist was going to get a word from her if he kept this up! It was bad enough that he had ruined her sorting by hiding in the sorting hat and started rattling off about how crazy she was to the entire school.

Imogen Greyvson was anything but crazy, eccentric yes, but never crazy. Sure there was that time that she married the most annoying person in the world…but that was over now, and Peeves was partly responsible for that part of her life. Why if he hadn’t hidden in that suit of armor she would never have met Herbert Chase. Still, the blonde was concerned as evidenced by her knitted brows. ”is everyone okay?” she asked as she practically slid into the hallway.

Imogen looked around her eyes glancing over the scene. Dear merlin...Finn had a lot of work put on his plate today now didn't he? "Are you all okay? I heard the clattering...and Peeves yelling" she asked and then glanced over to Kitty. "Miss Valentine..., will you please tell me which of those pesky poltergeists did this?" she asked not even thinking that any of these kids had made such a mess...the dungbombs, if a student had thrown them they obviously wouldn't have gotten themselves covered in them...now would they? Well, if they were smart and didn't want to be a suspect they would get themselves covered in the horrendous stench but then those people would have to deal with Imogen.

Wait... He was not going to be expelled? Was she sure though? They weren't just going to tell his Head of House, they were going to the Headmistress as well!

Lip wibble.

Not the way he wanted to start off his first year.

"My books smell..." He added sadly, sniffing. Could this day get any worse?!

Then Carlton heard a voice.

Was that... The voice of an angel? He looked up at the person approaching with big puppy eyes. An adult! Save-save-save-save us.

He sat on the floor and dried his tears on his robes before crawling over to his bag that he'd dropped. Slowly he began gathering up the books that now lay scattered on the floor and the crunched up note of directions to the Arithmancy classroom. He hadn't quite gotten there before he'd been ambushed and traumatized by poltergeists!

He looked back up at the teacher, resisting the urge to crawl over to her and hug her leg to comfort himself. He loved her was so thankful an adult had arrived that he could amost start crying again, this time in relief. The angel teacher then immediately asked who of the poltergeists were responsible.

She would believe him! Which meant maybe the others were right, he wasn't going to get expelled!

Eager for her to understand he almost blurted out that he was innocent but managed to bite his tongue. She was asking the Prefect, not him. So he turned his eyes to Kitty with hopeful eyes. Tell herrrrrrrrrr.

"GAAA!!" Kitty exclaimed angrily as Peeves dropped a pile of dungbombs on her head. The stench of it almost made her faint, but thankfully she managed to stay standing. "Curse you Peeves!" Then Miffy The Annoying was approaching and taunting her threat. Kitty ducked her head when Miffy shot the raspberry seeds, causing them to clatter harmlessly on the floor. She drew her wand to retaliate but the troublemakers were already flying away - screeching at each other at the top of their lungs at their lungs as they did so.

She would have ran after them if not for Olivia and the Slytherin boy who was crying and in need of comfort. Olivia had called him Carlton so that must have been his name. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about being expelled. I was here and I saw almost everything, and I'm a prefect. No one likes Miffy or Peeves, they are ALWAYS causing trouble. So don't worry. You're okay, I promise." Then she turned her attention to Olivia, who was covered with leeches (ERG!) and had just fallen down. "I'm so sorry I wasn't able to stop this. I'll escort you two to the Hospital Wing so we can get there faster," she offered.

Professor Greyvson was here, thank Merlin! Kitty turned to face her and said in as calm a voice as she could muster, "Peeves caused the damage and the Dungbombs, but Miffy dropped the leeches and tried to shoot raspberry seeds at me." Her voice became angrier after that. "I thought they were going to behave after we let them marry, but now they're worse than ever! Ooh and guess what? They're fighting with each other now, about that terrible son of theirs. They should be punished, and I don't know a punishment good enough for them!"

She took a few deep breaths to calm down. "Sorry for the outburst, professor. I was going to escort Carlton and Olivia to the Hospital Wing, if that's okay."

Olivia frowned. Poor Carlton and his books. She wished that there was something she could have done to help him but she hadn't been able to do much. She had never faced the poltergeists before. They didn't even have those at Beauxbatons. And Simon had never mentioned anything about interactions with these poltergeists. She'd have to write to him about this.

She was glad to see Kitty comforting Carlton. He needed it for sure. When Kitty turned to her, Olivia smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Though she was in pain, she'd try to put on a small smile. "I just really want a shower but I would like these leeches off of me." Her arm also hurt but she wanted to have a shower first before going to the Hospital Wing. She smelled horrible and if she happened to run into anyone... Perhaps a particular Gryffindor or Slytherin, then that would be super embarrassing.

Before she could say anything else, an adult had arrived! It was Professor Greyvson, their Arithmancy Professor, had arrived! Phew. This was the first time that she was oh so very glad to see a Professor. Smile. Erm. Were they okay? Well Carlton was in tears and she was on the floor and covered in leeches. So perhaps that could be somewhat okay. Perhaps the consequences of interacting with the poltergeists were worst in the past. She shuddered at that thought and kept silent, waiting for Kitty to speak.

Kitty explained the whole situation in full detail. Wow. Kitty was really upset about the ghosts. She wondered what could have been the reason for that. She cradled her left arm gently, thanking Merlin that she hadn't fallen on her writing hand. "They weren't as bad last year? What happened last year?" asked Olivia, confused as she was just a transfer student this year. She was intrigued by what could have possibly happened the year before but she could always ask someone later if they needed to get them out of here and cleaned up. "Hospital Wing would be great." She didn't want these leeches on her any longer.

Imogen would have understood if Carlton had tried to hug her when she found them after being ambushed. Looking down at the little first year she just gave him a small smile. Slytherins, she just adored Slytherins. ”Are you alright Mr. Lewis?” she asked softly, trying not to startle him as he did look rather shaken up by the scenario.

A small smirk played on Professor Greyvson’s lips as she heard Kitty Valentine responding. The prefect had every right to be vocal about her dislike of the poltergeists actions, it was absolutely bonkers for the school to have not one but three poltergeists. How on earth would they be able to run classes and even stay open with all of these pranks? She had heard, of course from some of the house elves about how the poltergeists had tried to stab Professors with flying knives and forks. That, was absolute insanity as it were.

Taking a moment she nodded her head at some of the ideas that Miss Valentine was expressing. ”I completely agree with you, we need to do something with the poltergeists…maybe establish a treaty? Something that says these certain rooms and locations are off-limits and if they isn’t adhered to…maybe just exorcise them out fo this school?” the one problem with an exorcism was that there was that awful chance that the school’s ghosts could be banished from this realm as well. ”you don’t need to apologize, oh…yes, I heard about last year they got married?...didn’t they promise not to prank as much after the marriage?” that was what was throwing her…wasn’t there already a treaty that was being broken in the first place?

Looking over to the fourth year girl – Oliva? Right…she had been looking at the names of students that could join her classes at any time and she was on the list right? Still, she had tried to learn all of the students names over summer…faces were a bit harder for her as there were just so many people that looked awfully similar. ”If you would like after you go to the hospital wing do feel free to stop by my office area for some tea or hot chocolate, I do have a quiet area where you can meditate or just relax after such a stressful situation.” Professor Greyvson did want them to feel safe and better, ”unless you would also like me to walk with all of you to the hospital wing? I do afterall need some exorcise” not to mention she didn’t want Peeves, Storm, or Miffy to attack the kids on their way to the hospital wing.

Carlton hugged his books closer to his chest. Miffy and Peeves. So that's what they were called.

Note to self: Peeves and Miffy; Run if ever encountered again.

He pouted. Was he OK? Wait... Was he a Mr.? His dad was definitely a Mr. But Carlton was more like... An It.

He shook his head. "Yes, Professor." He lied in a shaky voice.

A hot chocolate would actually be the best thing in the whole world. He would remember to stop by and hold her to that hot drink later on in the term. For now, he wanted to go with the others to the Hospital Wing and he really wanted Professor Greyvson to come with.

He wouldn't mind having an adult around for a little while more after the incounter with the poltergeists. He needed all the comfort.

All of it.

"Maybe, if Professor Greyvson don't mind, it would be neat to have a professor with us..." He started. Was his tone desperate? Maybe. "Because of... Reasons." He uttered the last word as barely a whisper. A professor meant comfort and protection. All the protection!

Hmm.. She couldn't get much information from Professor Greyvson and Kitty's conversation. She'd have to research more into this. Merlin. She was starting to sound like her brother. Sheesh.

Olivia smiled at the Professor. She seemed really nice. Maybe Arithmancy class wouldn't be so terrifying with her teaching? Hmm... It'd be worth a try. At the mention of tea or hot chocolate, Olivia grinned at that idea. OOh. She did like that. She was about to reply when she heard Carlton speak up and ask her if they could walk to them to the Hospital Wing. But...but... tea and hot chocolate? What was this little Snake doing? Were the two options mutually exclusive?

.... She certainly hoped not!

She internally facepalmed. Carlton was young. She would do what was best for him. Remind me. Why am I such a nice person again? she wondered. Alright, alright. Asking for protection seemed like a good thing to do though she was sure that she could handle them next time she saw them. She'd just make sure to research up on it. Find a way. There must have been some spell or charm that would affect them, right?

If not, maybe she could invent it. YES. Invent it. Now that would be something awesome.

About the escorting and tea...... Perhaps she could work an angle. "Escorting us to the hospital wing would be lovely. I think that would make Carlton feel better," she nodded with a smile. "Though a cup of tea would be nice too." She'd never say no to a cup of tea.