“Ssh! He's coming!” One Gryffindor girl hushed, scurrying around the bend on the third floor.

“I doubt we'd get in trouble! We're just going to charms. Three hours early.” Her friend giggled back.

“I wouldn't trust that …. or your giggle,” she frowned, scolding her friend. “Peeves has been known to pop out of nowhere. He's loud and rude and will get a professor.”

“... And he will hear youuuu warning your friend about me. All of which are . . .” Peeves paused for dramatic effect. “Professor! Studentsss loitering in the hallll!” he screeched, grinning broadly at the girls.