There was no way that Peeves would be caught cantering around the grounds like some triathlete. Really it wasn't as if he was some gorgeously strong Palomino that could lope around the grounds easily. Staring at the third years at the Magical Creatures lesson, the poltergeist groaned as the students effortlessly climbed on the back of Abraxans, who would lope around the edge of the Forbidden forest.

So rhythmically. So little effort. So graceful.

Though Peeves, if no one else, knew that they would get what was coming to them. Soon, they would pay for their rhythmic grace and gait.