Cece glared at the girl sitting on the bed next to the sickly one. "Unless you want to find yourself back out in the waiting room you'll change the way you talk to me young lady." Cecelia Tillstorm would NOT tolerate disrespect from any child. "And get off that bed. You're not the sick one."

Turning her attention to the puking one her expression didn't soften at all. Sorry, that's all he had to say for himself was sorry! Yeah, he was sorry all right, a sorry puffer that is. "You were caught by surprise? And just how did this surprise happen?" After all, it was December so it's not likely he was swimming in the nasty lake.

Bloody Hell!

PEEVES!

Cece jumped a little from the sound of Peeves in her ear. Why did that bloody ghost have to be so annoying all the time? She was about to yell at him again but it looked as if he was leaving... and throwing a bedpan at the students.

Already irritated at the puffs sitting there she didn't even bother with trying to stop the thing from flying through the air. Maybe it would hit the girl and knock some sense into her.

What? It's not like it had anything in it.