SPOILER!!: Peeves :O
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Peeves Peeves wasn’t in a very good mood, as he dashed his way towards the Suits of Armour, ready to make some noise and chaos with a handful of Dungbombs and Stink Pellets! This time...HE WILL NOT FAIL. He will show the whole school who’s supreme!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
OH LOOK STUDENTSIIIIIIIESSS!!! PEEEEEEERFECT! PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT!
Grinning, he slowly crept his way behind the students, and threw a bunch of dungbombs at them, and at the suits of armour.
*THUNK* *THUNK* *THUNK* STINKIIIIEEEESSSS.
“OOOHHHHHHH! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!! THE CARETAKER WOULD BE SOOOOOOOO MAAAD!!!” Peeves took a summersault in the air in delight before cackling madly.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Should I tell the Headmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistress too??????????” Peeves rubbed his hands together, and blew raspberries at them.
Now, this is the life!
SPOILER!!: Miffy :O
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Miffy Her darling Peevsipoo was being a right poo-hubby walking away from her like that right in the middle of an argument exchange of WORDS. Not FAIR!
Now she had to go LOOK for HIM since she didn't get to finish saying her piece. And Peevise knew Miffy wanted to say EVERYTHING on her chest.
Floating into the suits of armours blowing out raspberries in her wake she took in the scene in front of her with the students and her hubby and let out a high-pitched *GIGGLE* "It STINKS awfully in here. Who has FARTED? Peevise we should notify their HoH's, they're contaminiating the air."
Playing with a big raspberry Miffy floated closer to her Peevisepoo and said "Stormie would have loved being a part of this....."
*GIGGLE*
SPOILER!!: Olivia <3
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Watson Olivia watched the boy as he crumbled up the piece of parchment in his hands. She wondered what it was. Perhaps a list? She'd ask later. In the meantime, she continued listening. He was also new to "THE" Hogwarts? Chuckle. Now that was ADORABLE. She smiled at him. "I'm New too. Well a transfer," she said.
She was about to ask another question when Peeves had appeared and thrown dungbombs at them as well as the suits of armour behind them. Merlin. She hadn't heard him coming at all. Well... she didn't expect him to be noisy as he was a poltergeist.. It stunk. It stunk SO BADLY. And she wasn't probably never going to get the stench out of her clothes. It kind of smelt like a skunk. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwwwwww. She felt like she'd gag and almost darted off when she remembered that she had a first year with her. Well she wasn't going to let Carlton face them alone.
Instead of retreating, Olivia took a step forward towards Peeves and his new companion (Miffy). Instead of glaring, she simply smiled at the Poltergeist. They were both just pranksters, right? "Uh huh funny. Nice prank." Nice but absolutely gross.... At the mention of telling the Headmistress or another Professor or the Caretaker, Olivia frowned. That wouldn't be good... But. Wait. She smiled, suddenly not afraid of whatever outcome. "And they will believe you with your prankster reputation, Peeves?" she asked folding her arms with an amused smile at both ghosts.
Carlton stood frozen, with wide eyes and all color disappearing from his cheeks.
"Ghosts. They're ghosts. I'm looking at ghosts. Those are ghosts." Those were ghosts. Real ghosts. He'd heard they existed but he had chosen to ignore and hopefully forget that little fact. He opened his mouth as if to say something but didn't seem to find the words.
Instead, he took a stumbling step backwards. Right into one of the armored suits. It gave out a loud, metallic noise and he squealed jumping forward, cluthing the other student's clothes.
She was smelly. But she was also safety. Smelly or not, he would not let her leave him alone.
Ever
His saviour, who didn't know the name of yet, actually spoke back to the ghosts! Could you do that? Why was she asking the ghost if Mr. McLeod would believe him? Why would his Head of House believe
Carlton? Authority figures were scary, plus: he was a first year who was about to be expelled. Not very trustworthy. He wanted to cry. But he didn't.
Yet.
It was just too much. He didn't want to be yelled at and he did not want to be expelled.
"Please," He heard himself beg in a whimpering voice.
"Please don't tell Mr. McLeod. I-I... I don't want to be expelled." Because that's the worst thing that could happen right? They wouldn't force him to go near the Forbidden Forest, would they? WOULD THEY?!