Peeves had taken to whacking the mirror with the dung-filled baggies, one by one, until the bags split. UNFOOOOORTUNATELY the mirror remained in one piece. The poltergeist stopped what he was doing when the studentsieeeeee announced that he missed a *SPOT*

He had, had he?

Peeves grinned derisively before flinging a baggy at the boy's face. "I CERTAINLY DID, DIDN'T I?!"

LAME PROFESSOR ALERT! Peeves swooped down and blew a raspberry in Professor Poo-wart's face. "CAHOOTS? WITH ME? NEVER!" He cackled and spiraled upward, dropping three bags at once. They plummeted towards the ground. He didn't wait to see if they hit anyone, or even what sort of poop-art they'd make on the ground before he whooshed through the firstie? second year? small annoying Gryffindork child?

"YES I'M PEEEeeeeEeEeeeeeVES!" He yanked her hair and flung himself towards the mirror, disappearing so forcefully through it that the whole thing vibrated and trembled, making tiny clink noises.

Don't wooooooorrry, boy and girls, Peevesies will be baaaaaaaaaack.