Sir Nicholas floated backwards several meter's as Peeves burst out of the barrel before floating in circles on the same spot for several seconds but it felt like minutes.

When the poltergeist started to spill what he knew Sir Nicholas face changed from surprise to worry in the blink of an eye. Isfret. That was the last name he had wanted to hear from Peeves mouth.

Very concerned he exchanged upset glances with the Baron and the Grey lady before he murmured. "Helena, darling please release Peeves we won't get any more information from him. We have more urgent things to worry about."

Isfret...