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♦ Peeves ♦ 
Peeves paused, considering her question. He flew forward into Anna's face, his hands behind his back. He held his eyes wide and fluttered his eyelashes as though trying to look, perhaps, like a giant bush baby. "A preeeetty happy sweet pink thestral pony! Orrrrr..... To see what THESE do when you mix them!" With a whoop of glee, he lifted his hands up, revealing in each hand a bottle of noxious looking potions. He held them high over Anna's head and dumped them simultaneously, hoping to splatter the two potions together on Anna's head.
Deciding to stay strong, Anna stood in place, the Gryffindor in her telling her to not back down and to allow Peeves to test his little concoction. Taking a deep breath, Anna prepared for what she knew was coming---her hair was about to get washed with a potion bottle full of who-knew-what. When the liquid finally hit her, Anna instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, thinking for just a moment that she might just blow up, shrink, vomit, or die. When nothing of the sort happened, she slowly opened her eyes, thankful that she was still alive. She needed a mirror, though. Did she even have any hair left on her head??? Reaching her left hand into the air, Anna touched down on her head, thankfully feeling a head full of wet, sticky hair. Ewwwww. "Well then," she said, breathing normally once again. "I suppose all that's left is that pretty, happy, sweet, pink Thestral pony, right?" she asked.