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five....six....seven....eight.
Wait....when did Peeves show up? And really, why did some people insist on calling him little (or, in this case, little wee)? Sure, he wasn't as muscular as some of the other sixth and seventh years, but they were the odd ones, not him. No, he was the size he should be for his age, thanks. Also, was there an order to try as hard as possible to shatter eardrums this term? Because between Professor Grimsbane and her banging and whistling and Peeves yelling in his ear, that was what was going to happen. "Nope, none of that's happening." Not yet, technically.
"What....grrr," spluttered Ronan as Peeves just swan-dived into his cauldron. It was hot too, so there was burning. He vanished the whole mess and checked his arm where the potion had hit. Okay, it wasn't too bad. Something he could slap a little burn paste onto later if needed. "Well, now I'm starting over, since you ruined the potion." Thankfully, he hadn't been very far along.
Further humiliation? Really? One hand, Peeves' little proclamation had him bristling, but on the other, it had him thinking. He also almost pointed out that that wasn't a very nice way to ask to be a part of someone's shenanigans, but look who was talking to. That would be as futile as telling a bee that stinging you would kill it. "Actually, how good are you at sneaking things into people's drinks?" he asked the poltergeist, cleaning his cauldron and adding the water, heat and Essence of Wormwood again.
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