Creeping down the kitchens, Peeves had to be grateful he was no student. Though if he was than he would have gotten some treacle tarts and chocolate fudge at the opening feast, because he wouldn't have been humiliated by his bright orange jumpsuit. Though it was his idea to dye it, it was the Headmaster that made fun of it.

Whatever. He'd get his cup of tea when he found the bed bugs in his sleeping chamber. Now was chocolate time.

Almost there . . .

“Freeze!” The head elf shouted. “Bajeezus! Who knew the pranking poltergeist had a sweet tooth?”