“Ooooooooh, Ickle firsties!” Peeves cooed as he swept down the corridor, tilting the portrait frames at odd angles and blowing raspberries in interjection at random students. There was no stopping the master of chaos now; not after Fred and George's parting words of years past. Seemingly, there was some hope for Peeves listening to others, but only when it revolved him causing more mischief.

Chucking bits of parchment and random slugs at the students could only go so far. Peeves was not idiot enough to believe his jokes would be eternally funny.

Though it was still just a joke.



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The End.
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