loser like me

Could he go home now? Things here were just as bad as they were back home. Everyone tried to ignore him because they thought he was loser. He had been told by his parents not to mind what others thought. Everyone started somewhere. Hard to do when all you wanted was to be accepted.

The first year's feet suddenly were over his head, floating, and the mocking voice of Peeves echoed through the corridor.

"I see London. I see France. I see Airhead's golden underpants!"

Love him or hate him, people knew the poltergeist's name and Airey suddenly felt inspired.