“Peeves!” McGonagall bellowed from the ground floor. The Transfiguration Professor was obviously distraught, which was common in June when all her students were stressed out with the looming end-of-term finals, as well as anxiousness for summer vacation. That wasn’t the main reason for her bellowing; rather she was pushed to the limits by a strange sight indeed.

Zooming down the corridor, the school poltergeist blinked at Minerva with his big innocent looking expression. Bewildered by her sudden outrage, Peeves fought hard to restrain himself from rash actions.

After all, the penguins waddling around the Great Hall were totally NOT his fault.


Dedicated to my awesome little sister, Josey. Thank you for your love of penguins and being you. I love you, Waddles! <3