“Size two, pheeeeeew-ter” Peeves sang as he floated out of the dungeons, past a group of second years .

The loudest of the second years – a slytherin - glared at Peeves, knowing the poltergeist had done something obnoxious. “If you did anything to tamper with our class, then the Bloody Baron will be after you.” That was a promise.

“Pheeeeew-ter” The poltergeist cackled, as they entered the smelly classroom. After just a moment though, they were all gagging in the hallway till Snape appeared.

“Get in. We have much to do.”

“Not in there! Peeves exploded dungbombs in like ALL the cauldrons!”