As if on command (but never ever no never on command), Peeves dropped through the ceiling. His broad face was creased in a wicked smile, and his orange eyes glinted with mirth. Didn't matter what was making Airhorn peevish, because peevish professors was absolutely his favorite. The student responsible was getting two high fives and an armpit fart of approval.

"Poor Flammy and his broken heart, Can I fix it with a..." He made a loooooooooooong raspberry noise with his tongue. Was he crying? Sure hoped he was crying.