"Evening! Certainly is!" These puffy wee huffles, sitting innocently by. Never did nothing to nobody - perfect for breaking up the boredom. Look at them with their smiles, their suspiciousness, their-...

"Snake problem?" Oho. "I believe the politically correct term is-" Peeves flipped upside down. "'Ssssslytherin.'"

Now topsy turvy, his juggling act became complicated and perilous, but the poltergeist seemed hardly to break his stride.

"I'm glad you asked!" he said to that one Hufflepuffle who had, indeed, asked. "CATCH!" And he zoomed up the table, indiscriminately lobbing water balloons - which were in fact full water... stinking water, scooped directly from the Weasley swamp on the fifth floor - at random Pufflehuffs seated at the table.

SPLASH. SPLATTER. SPLAT.