Poltergeists were finally going to be allowed to attend Hogwarts, as students. Peeves was both thrilled and nervous when he received his letter. After torturing students for years, he was finally going to be one of them. He was going to be sorted.

In the brief moment before his name was called, he remembered the time he took advise from the wretched students. It was Fred and George Weasley and now he was to do their farewell bidding, ‘Give her hell from us, Peeves.’

And with that, the sorting hat was placed on his head. Barely a moment later, “Slytherin!”

Monday. It was raining. In a muggle world, kids might find all kinds of indoor games to goof around and pass the time; wizarding students aren’t much different. Peeves is at his best on raining days – or should we say worst.

“Bombs away!” he cackled, dropping several dungbombs over the heads of students emerging from the great hall. Students shrieked, especially girls, as they ran outside despite the rain.

Professors told Peeves to stop and it wasn’t funny. Peeves didn’t stop. Not until the Bloody Baron threatened to stick a quill through his skull. A cold hard, feathery quill.

Peeves was wandering the halls like usual, looking for his daily fill of mischief. What shall he do to those ickle firsties today? He wondered casually, resting on one of the statues near the tall tower leading to the owlery. The squawking from just one floor up was making his head pound, and unable to think.

Then, something fell on his head. Small, hard and slightly smelly. Owl droppings? It seemed one of the owls had been improperly re-caged. Hopping off his seat, Peeves bounded the stairs to “clean” the cages, collecting as many droppings as possible.

Perfect; owl droppings for dinner!

10 seconds until we all go back. At least that’s what the kwikspell book said that Monsieur Filch had lying open on his desk. Peeves was no expert with this magic stuff, but going back sounded exciting.

He would maybe get to see his family and where he came from. Well of course, he knew that, but no one else did. Nor were they going to find out anytime soon…

Little did Peeves know what that statement in the book referred to. For he’ll be waiting until he gets his hands on a timeturner. Three turns and ten seconds is all the timeturner needs.

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.

It was that time of year everyone loves: the Halloween Feast. Joyful noises could be heard throughout the Great Hall and would continue well into the night.

Halloween also happened to be one of the best nights for mischief and pranks. Early on in the surreptitious evening, just as the students begun filtering from the Great Hall, Peeves was lurking above on the first floor awaiting his potential victims. Without another thought as to the consequences, the poltergeist began chucking balloons filled with hot cheese.

“Ickle Students smell like cheese!” Peeves chanted with laughter at his own small feast.

Still wearing his Spiderman pajamas, Peeves really didn’t see too much of a point to dressing today of all days. It was possibly the worst day of mankind; at least for the eyes of the mischievous poltergeist. For Merlin’s sake, who would dare ask a goofball to the annual Wizarding dance?

Peeves was no wizard, but pranking he knew best. He expected pranks on the most romantic day ever, February Fourteenth. However, what he did not expect was the package outside his front door.

Inside the package not a prank was discovered, but the most amazing sight ever. Chocolate Cauldrons!


Dedicated to one of the most amazing Huffies ever, My Zoe! I love you darling! *snuggles and feeds you chocolate* :choc:

“Peeves!” McGonagall bellowed from the ground floor. The Transfiguration Professor was obviously distraught, which was common in June when all her students were stressed out with the looming end-of-term finals, as well as anxiousness for summer vacation. That wasn’t the main reason for her bellowing; rather she was pushed to the limits by a strange sight indeed.

Zooming down the corridor, the school poltergeist blinked at Minerva with his big innocent looking expression. Bewildered by her sudden outrage, Peeves fought hard to restrain himself from rash actions.

After all, the penguins waddling around the Great Hall were totally NOT his fault.


Dedicated to my awesome little sister, Josey. Thank you for your love of penguins and being you. I love you, Waddles! <3

The last thing that Peeves expected was another leak in the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. Harry and his little friends seemed to frequent the little witch’s room more often than not the last few weeks, which was indicative of another mishap soon.

Dawdling along the corridor at train speed, Peeves kept his round eyes open for mischief-makers. And mischief he found the moment he walked past the witch’s room for the five hundredth time that day. A blue sticky paste emerged from the top border of the door, in time to ooze all over the school poltergeist.

Yuck.


Dedicated to a simple amazing Ravenclaw, by the username of Celandine. Thank you for the amazing RPing thus far and here’s wishing for ooze of more fun times ahead. Love you my little stealth partner <3

Rumors were spreading like wildflowers. It wasn’t as if it was a rare occurrence though; rumors were rare but when they happened, they spread quickly. This rumor was of particular interest where the most beautiful girl in town was due to be wedlock. Only problem was finding an eligible bachelor for such a dame. One that could handle her alarming charm and wit, without drooling at her feet.

As a poltergeist, Peeves knew she wouldn’t have the same effect on him as most men. Thus he went to see the beautiful maiden.

The maiden who happened to be … a Veela.


Dedicated to my awesome Cinderella Brain Twinneh, who has more charm and beauty than a veela could ever dream to have!

When a man kisses a woman, it is something special. A spark lights up from somewhere unknown, as if fate has finally taken a hand. Valentine’s day is often considered a time when one could express themselves to the one they adore with all their heart. Not for Peeves.

At least not until this year, when something of the most remarkable events happened. A box of chocolates arrived with a note for Peeves to meet his admirer in the Entrance Hall. Not wanting to miss a good pranking opportunity, the poltergeist went.

And received more than he bargained for … a kiss.


Yet another drabble dedicated to my Cinderella Brain Twinneh, to let her know that even in the most trying of times, something remarkable can happen at any moment. One of those moments was the one that led us both to SS <3

Peeves was roaming around the Hogwarts grounds, as it was Christmas Eve, and there were few students to catch out of bed since most were home for the holidays. It was his intent to not blow anything up this year – was his promise to Dumbledore. Day after Christmas was another story, but on this Eve he would be reasonable.

Midnight struck and the miracle occurred.

A small brown package flew towards the round poltergeist, knocking him to the ground. Grunting, he sat up to open the package to reveal a brand new pair of socks. His first Christmas present ever.

This drabble is dedicated to another amazing badger, who is also an awesome teammate on the quidditch team too! Enjoy the socks, Christy and much love!

Finally! After ninety-five years, Peeves came into contact with his first ever vehicle that he found mildly fascinating compared with the broomstick. It was late one night as the poltergeist was lurking around the Forbidden Forest when a cyan Ford Anglia pulled right up to him and the driver seat door swung open, allowing Peeves to enter.

And Peeves did.

Within a few moments, Peeves had the thing flying over the Hogwarts castle, taking careful aim of slinging dungbombs into each window. Within a few moments, all the windows had been covered. The Ford Anglia quickly became Peeves’ personal prank spot.

This particular drabble is dedicated to another amazing badger; my little sister, successor captain, resident prankster, and friend … the one and only BanaBatGirl!! <3

I hearts you forever and ever and everrrrr, Sis!

Because Peeves was bored and tired of the students, it was time to head to the kitchens and annoy a different breed of magical beings. The students were to be in bed anyway, leaving the poltergeist with his second favorite thing: pots and pans.

“PEEVES!” The current head house elf, Kreacher, bellowed to the poltergeist. “OUT! Before I tell the Headmistress! NOW!!” He waved the frying pan as if it were a naughty student out of bed instead.

But Peeves was far too mischievous tonight to give up that easily; swiftly moving towards the house elf, he whacked him on the head with the pan he was still waving about, snortling from the kitchen.

Dedicated to Foxeh and her snortles, for all her hard work in the House Elf FC. Love you! <3

The last thing on Peeves’ mind was attending a lesson. But there was little harm – in his mind – of interrupting one. Since it was after all almost the end of term, some livening up of one of the most boring lessons was needed. Arithmancy lesson it was!

Stealthy creeping along the second floor corridor Peeves slipped into the closet before the students arrived.

Twenty minutes into the lesson, however, he cackled loudly, doing this every few minutes to grab their attention. Distractions. He then moved quickly and softly from the closet, pelting the bearded professor with a water balloon.

“Arithmancy is lame, but water balloons never are!”


Dedicated to an awesome Hufflepuff – friendly and true – my invisible stalker & my vampire who I love dearly – Whitterz <3

It was that time of year again. Well in the case of a poltergeist, once a decade and Peeves really dreaded these visits. Oh yes, even poltergeists have teeth; thereby requiring dental visits to help maintain sparkling freshness to their mouths.

Not that it helps because they don’t brush no matter how often the dentist tells them to.

Arriving at the dentist, Peeves shuffled into the office and slipped into the chair nervously. “This won’t hurt. Just hold still.” The dentist reminded. They say that every time.

CHOMP!

The moment the dentist stuck his fingers in the poltergeist’s mouth, he bit his teeth down into the grape-flavored gloves.


Dedicated to one of my bestest friends, Tiffanie, who is truly brilliant and a great role model. Thank you for everything, Tiff! You’re going to make an AWESOME dentist! I love you!

The students were arriving at Hogwarts, which meant that this be one of the most AWESOME days in the life of the poltergeist. All summer long, Peeves was with no one to bother but the few professors that stayed behind at Hogwarts. And the professors were generally boring for Peeves.

Sighing wistfully, Peeves waited just inside the gates, barely visible except to those really looking. It was cool for a late summer evening as he watched eagerly the students boarding the carriages from the train.

Slipping into the last one on the queue, Peeves was with two little first years, whom he whispered false rumors quietly into their ear about the sorting.

“Ooohh, Check out the arms on THAT keeper!” Felicia squealed excitedly. It was Slytherin vs Ravenclaw and the Eagles were up twenty points, thanks to the muscles of Jim Fields, the newest Quidditch hottie and Ravenclaw's keeper for this term. Frankly though, Peeves could careless about Jim Fields or his stupid muscles; Jim didn't go around causing mischief. And he was about to miss the next quaffle.

Discreetly hanging out at the bottom of the goal hoops, Peeves kept a weary eye on the red leather ball. Once the Slytherin chasers made their move towards another perfect shot – that Fields should have blocked – the poltergeist shot one of Filibuster's fireworks into the air creating one of the largest diversions in quidditch history.

Take that, Mr HotShot Prefect.


Dedicated to Dia … of whom I've had the privilege of being Captain for one term with and now co-prefect with as well. An amazingly fun and smart RPer and awesome friend. =)

"Pinstriped pajamas?! You've got to be KIDDING me!" Peeves shook his head as he tossed the wrappings aside and held the striped clothing up to check out his reflection in the classroom window.

Really, Peeves knew that Dumbledore was getting up there in his old age, but what he did not realize was that the old Headmaster could NOT pick out a decent Christmas present for the life of him.

It was a wonder he didn't get SOCKS for like tenth year in a row, but at the sight of the pajamas, Peeves would have actually preferred the mismatched Christmas socks.

Puffapods and sneezeworts were definitely two of the more interesting crops to hybrid, which was exactly what the Professor had third years working on today. The good thing was that they were easy plants, but the downside was that occasionally rare side effects could occur such as sneezing. Fortunately no major sneezing yet, but that could easily change.

Especially when a certain poltergeist floated into the Herbology greenhouse five, intent on destroying the ickle students planters. Selecting Suzie's planter, Peeves grinned mischievously - torn between dumping it on the floor and throwing it against the wall of the greenhouse. That was when ….

“Achoooooooooooo!!!”

It wasn't really like Peeves planned mischief. No, like the "Great" Harry Potter, he preferred to say that mischief simply found him. Except in the case of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Everyone knew that position was cursed, which is why the moment Snape received the post, Peeves couldn't help but visit and taunt the former Potions Master.

"Tee heee!!! Tee hee! This is your last yearrrrrrrr... na na na!!"

And with that, Peeves finishes with his most immature thing about him; blowing a raspberry right into the greasy-haired Severus Snape's face. Cackling, he zoomed down to the Great Hall.

Whispering in the dungeon corridor, Ron and Harry were plotting mischief again. Of course Hermione was nowhere to be seen; probably in the library or something. Nonetheless, Ron and Harry were considering stealing some boomslang skin for their newest Halloween disguise.

“Please Ron, it won't take long,” Harry urged, as Peeves zoomed around the bend.

“Yea Ron, not long,” Peeves echoed annoyingly.

Harry glared at the poltergeist. “Peeveeeeeeeeeessssss!!!”

“Harryyyyy!”

“Peeves. I swear I'm going to turn you into Professor Snape.”

Peeves cackled at that threat, because he wasn't scared of no Professor. Even if it was the Potions Master.

Peeves didn't believe any of that fortune-telling stuff. Which is why he was planning on smashing all the tea cups and crystal balls out the window – which considering the height of the tower from the ground – should completely destroy the items.

Quickly, he stowed crystals and cups and tarot cards into his pants pockets, filling them to capacity. Arms full, the poltergeist moved over to the window and about to drop them out . . .

“PEEVESSSSS!!” The old batty Trelawney bellowed. “What in MERLIN'S beard are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Lies. Put my stuff back. NOW.”

Big grin on his face, tongue lolling around his mouth, Peeves glanced at the big wall clock. That was when he recognized it; the wall clock was like the universe. And the little numbers on the clock were stars and planets. Then there were the hands, moving around and around, like people. Like poltergeists around the castle, causing mischief.

Perhaps someone slipped Peeves a calming drought but with the lopsided grin and the sugar-glazed eyes, all he could think about was Astronomy stuff. Weird considering no one ever taught him the subject.

“Pluto is the ninth planet... not really a planet...” he drawled on dazedly.