“Oh Filch, please, it's not that hard to create chaos,” Peeves begged of the caretaker.

Filch simply shook his head; there was no way he was going to start trouble. The kids already hated on him enough; he didn't need it to be more because he CAUSED them to get into trouble. “No!” He said firmly.

“Pleasee.... It won't hurt!” Peeves continued pleadingly.

“Fine. Just once.” At those words, Filch reluctantly grabbed a water balloon from the bucket and threw it down into Entrance Hall where a group of students stood chatting.

It missed slightly, but splashed the girls' robes nonetheless.