“I'm a spirit, I don't need gloves,” Peeves would ever remind the Herbology Professor at their annual staff meetings.

“You're also not a Professor, you don't need to be offering input; nor do you even need to be here,” Sprout would remind him, rolling her eyes.

“But I am here and dragonhide is terrible for the environmentalist. It kills innocent creatures for selfish reasons. There are better materials that could be used that would not require killing innocent animals.”

Hagrid blinked in shock. When had Peeves become the animal lover? “Like wha'?” Innately curious as to his suggestion.

“Whomping willow bark.”