Resident School Poltergeist | Unruly & Malicious
Games? GAMES?! GAMES!!!!
Oh, Peeves LOVED games! Yes he did, yes he did. The mere mention of the word practically sent Peeves into a tizzy.
From a dark corner, he shouted in a thundering tone, and as loudly as he could, "LET'S PLAY A GAME!"
Peevsie's voice boomed over the chatter in the room as he zoomed into the room riding Four-Eyes, the ghostly pink thestral Professor Bontecou had so kindly conjured for the master of mischief. "This game," he said, shining a candle in front of his face, "Is called aurors and Voldypoos. I'll be the auror. You're all..." And just as he screeched the last word, he began racing around the room and pelting the students with water balloons. "VOLDYPOO!"
SPLASH. SPLASH. SPLASH.
__________________ You're nothing more than a pickle-headed prune biscuit-eating bulldog.
P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly. |