Text Cut: Ronan
It had taken a few days, but Ronan had finally found a way to put a certain Slytherin in their place. And honestly, it couldn't be more perfect, since his 'paranoia' (which he considered a healthy distrust, but whatever) was now widely known. So, he entered the potions lab, potions text in hand, and was immediately met with...a logbook? Was Professor Noble really that distrustful of them?
The last thing he wanted to do was give away his plans, which would likely happen if he had wrote down the potion he was doing. So, sorry Professor Noble, not happening.
Anyway, Ronan set the potions text on one of the stations farthest from the door, flipped to the potion he had marked and read the instructions. Seemed easy enough. He gathered the needed ingredients and equipment, making sure each was clean first, and set to work. He filled the cauldron with the required amount of water from one of the sinks in the back, since some things were just better done the muggle way. Then, he placed the cauldron on a burner and lit it. And then came the Essence of Wormwood. Eight drops, one at time.
One....two....three....four...
Peeves was just minding his own business in this little dungeon. This time he really wasn't causing trouble. The only thought on his mind was how he was going to pull a particularly rude prank on the Divination lady very soon. Oh yes, very soon indeed!
BUT WHAT WAS THIS???!!! "Why it's little wee Ronan!" The poor boy hadn't noticed him drifting up and down through the ceiling!
He flew right up to the Gryffindor's ears and cackled.
"Not breaking the rules, are we?" Of course Peeves was inclined to help him if he was!
The poltergeist dived into Ronan's cauldron, causing liquid to splash out everywhere. Then he came back out, grinning mischievously at his victim.
"Tell Peeves what you're doing and he might spare you further humiliation. Perhaps he'll even help you if you're breaking rules! So tell Peeves what you're doing like a good boy, yes?"