Resident School Poltergeist | Unruly & Malicious "NOTHING!"
Peeves burst out of the barrel as promised, cackling and trying to zoom off. His efforts were a waste, however, regardless of much he zoomed around and around and around and around and around and around and around the tiny circle the Grey Lady had permitted him.
Damn that salt!!!!!! "OKAY," Peeves cracked quickly enough, settling down like a popped balloon. "OKAY. His name is Isfret. And he's coming for YOU. You know why. I don't. I'm done, okay? I'M DONE!"
His mean little face drooped even more than his sagging, off-centre, crooked bowtie. "Pleeeeeeeeease let me go now?"
__________________ You're nothing more than a pickle-headed prune biscuit-eating bulldog. 
P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly. |