Sweet Vianna, her mind always b=seemed to be somewhere else when they spoke, Peter wondered what it could be that would render the usually sharp girl into such a dreamy state. Often, as a joke, when Peter would find her in such a mood, he would purposely get her to agree to whatever silly thing he said, it was one of his more beloved past times.

Peter was smiling like a maniac as he listened to Vianna's proposition, Ned Hall was one of the few Slytherins Peter didn't outright hate, but they had a little pranking war going on and Peter was more than eager to scare the living delights out of him. "For you Vianna, I would gladly do this," Peter said, bowing elegantly to the young girl (he was a ghost, bowing elegantly was kind of a ghost thing).

"When is this all happening? I need to get ready, call the others... Who to call, who to call? There's so many," Peter said, half speaking to Vianna, half speaking to himself, all the while never keeping still, but twisting and turning through the air with a particular grace. "Oh but this is you plan, what will you have me do? I'm at you bidding?" Peter asked, as valiant as a knight in shining armor.