If he were human, Storm would have died of laughter. The sight of the girl being buried beneath the suits of amour was HILARIOUS. His eyes were even watering.

And even his adopted mother was there to see his accomplishment, his magnum opus! He wanted to tell her to to look and notice that there had been a victim amid his shenanigans, but she was already squealing in delight and he just couldn't stop laughing.

"HEHEHEHE!"

Then voices distracted him. Oooooooooh! More people to play with! ... And nasty ones at that. They certainly didn't say things that made Storm happy. The polter-kid went from laughing and having a grand old time to anger in about two seconds. Peeves was better than him? Clearly they knew NOTHING.

"Peeves is an OLD FART!" Sorry, Mama. He was. "And I am the best prankster there is!" He'd show them! ... Storm looked at his mommy dearest. Was she going to let them talk about him like that? She had better help him!

A few suits of amour suddenly shot up from the floor and started their way toward the rude students who couldn't appreciate a good prank when they saw one. While that was happening, he floated above their heads and dove down, kicking at shins and even grabbing one by the robes and dragging them down the corridor and back.

"YEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAW!"