You know, Peeves was getting the distinct impression that some of these individuals harboured ill feeling towards him, and he couldn't think why that might be. He resented the implication that he was not a most helpful and charming poltergeist all of the time, thank you vErY mUcH. *snicker*

Oh, look. Bubbles was summoning him. "Moi?" replied Peeves, a hand on his chest, distinguished gent that he was. "Well, as you asked so nicely."

He blew a giant raspberry - his favourite form of transport these days - and propelled himself backwards from the courtyard, on his merry way to be OH SO HELPFUL with this little potion. Hehehehe.