Kitty was on an especially peculiar prefect patrol that morning. It had started out normally enough, but as she was travelling down the moving chairs, a vase had fallen by her head and smashed on the landing below. Soon it was followed by two more, though these next two were not nearly as close as the first.

No one had chosen to reveal themselves, but suspected that Peeves might be behind it. Of course it could have just been an accident - a charm going off the wrong way. Still, that could have been a horrible accident, and the Goth was being extra careful as she bent down to repair the first vase.

"Reparo," she said, pointing her wand at the broken shards of vase. The vase soon was pieced back together.

Going down to the next landing she did the same with the vase there.