Late one afternoon, Peeves found himself in yet another sticky situation. The mischievous poltergeist was exploring the headmaster’s office for fun – perhaps moreso than torturing the wittle firsties. Trouble came though when he stumbled upon the shallow stone basin inside the black cabinet. Quite intrigued by the silvery, cloud-like substance, Peeves looked closer.

Too close…

Before he could stop himself, Peeves was immersed into the memories of the Headmaster. Memories that felt so alive and real – as though the poltergeist was there himself. Ones that should not have been seen by anyone – but they were – in the pensieve.