Though the poltergeist was not above such petty displays of unrest, Lady Helena dismissed the idea immediately. If Peeves had part in this, certainly the whole castle would have known as he would have declared it from the rooftops. Her ladyship shook her head. The Friar should know better. "There is no use in entertaining unlikely theories," she warned him, floating a few meters further towards the back of the room.

Regardless of the Friar's personal qualms in regard to the new decor, Nicholas spoke of the truth. If the unrest continued, any hopes of keeping the others from leaving would come to naught. She turned, looking at the Ghost of Gryffindor House now. He was the best suited to speak to Malachi. "Let us not make matters any worse by enlisting the help of Peeves. Rather, we must speak with the Headmaster. Would you mind doing so?"