John looked up when he saw Peeves. He was getting cross, who did this ghost think he was. The only thing that stopped him saying anything was the fact that the headmaster was there. Well saying anything to Peeves that was. "Professor we have a ghost in the room." John said, he was scared he had seen first hand what the ghost could do.

"Poltergeist." Sakura said. "We have a poltergeist in the room."

"What the heck?!" Jake cried out as the one and only Peeves started wreeking havok. Reverse psychology? Bah!

"What are you doing, sir?" he called to the Poltergeist. And wasn't that just brilliant, now Jake had that infernal song stuck in his head. "...splish splash I was takin' a bath... dun dun dun dun..."

"Arrrggghhhhh!!!"
Sarah screamed as a ghost came flying out of the potion and rung it all over her head.
"What the heck is going on?!" She shouted looking around to see where it had gone.Noticing it up high laughing and cackling at them made her see red.
While trying to dry her hair with the corner of her robes she shouted up to it.
"What did you do that for?!"

Jake looked around. "Don't provoke him, don't let him see you're mad," Jake warned. "It'll only give him the satisfaction... Professor Bontecou will sort it... or someone else... but he'll get worse if he knows it's working."

Or not.

Either way.

"What the....Peeves?!" she said "Go away!"

"Professor Bontecou said if we messed up the potions nothing would go too wrong," Jake recalled. "So, I wouldn't worry about that potion, unless Peeves... uh... nevermind..." What did they do? Professor Bontecou probably had a plan, but in the meantime, all they could do was act unfazed...

Unless Peeves took that as a challenge... Ruh-roh...

Cadence happily and precisely measured her ingredients. After dumping the water in the cauldron, she realized she didn't know how to light a fire with her wand.

She raised her hand Professor? Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't know how to do any spells yet. Could you please teach me how to light the fire under my cauldron?

She heard Peeves's voice ring through the classroom and gasped a little. She looked over at John, remembering their last encounter with Peeves. Peeves didn't like her very much, and all for knowing who he was. She decided it would be best to ignore him and turned back to the Professor with her hand still raised, waiting for him to answer her question so she could continue with her potion.

"Don't provoke him?!" Sarah screeched,before taking a couple of deep breaths. "We don't know what this potion does....and he got it all over my hair! For all I know it could now fall out."
She sat down at her desk,still desperately trying to dry the potion off of her head.I really hope you don't get side effects with this stuff,we were meant to drink it after all...not smother our hair with it.

"POLTERGEIST, yes, not a GHOSTY! PEEVES can make things nice and TOASTY!"He danced an air jig and swooped down low, flying past a row of cauldrons and turning the flames up to HUGE on each of them as he sped by.

"BOO! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM PEEVES!" Peeves flew down to face the girl who had taken cover. "Ex-squeeeeze me, but I think I have POTIONS up my NOOoooooose!" he exclaimed, taking a big breath and spraying potion out his nose at her. He flew away, whooping laughter.

"That's SIR PEEVES to you!" He called to the boy. He flew down to the girl and looked at her, her cauldron between them. "Oh, Peeves is sorry... You got a little wet, you did!" He scooped up a handful of potion and splashed it at her. ""ALL better! HAhHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

Peeves floated above the head of the students. ""GO AWAY?" he shouted in a high, fake-girly voice. ""But... Peeves thinks potion making is a GAS!" He let out a loud, smelly, rude noise right above the students and dropped himself into another cauldron with a KER-PLOP!

John wasn't amused with what this poltergeist was doing and he wasn't going to stop calling him a ghost. He looked upto Peeves "I think you look like a ghost." He smiled. "So I'll call you a ghost." he add saying the word poltergeist was hard. Ghost was much easier to say. He turned the flames of his down when Peeves turned them up.

Sara was working meticulously on her potion when she heard some loud crackle.

"What the Heck?!" Sara said to herself. She watches with her mouth hanging open as he starts playing pranks and bothering the other student. She couldn't move. She was just shocked at everything that was happening around her.

Just as she had managed to dry up what was on her hair,Sarah looked up to see the ghost bobing around in front of her...and the cauldron with the remaining potion.
Oh noooo....
With an almightly splash she was once again covered in the stuff...this time over her face too.
"Please Professor...please tell me this stuff won't harm me!" she wailed while wiping her eyes.Blinking a few times she got the room back in focus,before sitting there quietly sobbing.

As she cautiously watched everyone around her grow very angry and yell at the pesky poltergeist, a fierce glare appeared on her face when it came down to face her. "YOU LITTLE-!" she scolded, holding up her arm to cover her face again just in time to stay clean. "...Hah. Missed me." When he flew off to torment other students, Becca examined the sleeve of her robes. It was completely covered in the substance. Ew.

"Okay, buster, you're gonna get it." She wasn't exactly sure how she was going to get him back, but Becca was MAD. "Everybody move, I got this!" Darting out from under the table, she grabbed her notebook off the table and sprinted after the poltergeist, swinging at it in the air. She just nearly missed knocking over a shelf of empty glass vials. "You stupid... thing! UGH!" Then it dove into a cauldron, and she glared at it. "If you come back, I will get you. That's a promise." And with that, she went back to stir her potion and remove it from the flame. Nobody messes with Rebecca Parker.

Although she was slightly crestfallen that she hadn't gotten her way, Mariel still bounded up to the professor's desk to retrieve the acorns and billywig wings. It was still Potions, her favorite class, and she was fairly certain Professor Bontecou wouldn't have them doing anything too dangerous.

As she got back to her seat, her somewhat cheerful expression fell again. Her friends still appeared to be arguing and now Lasca had sided with Sarah. Not that she didn't think they had a valid point, maybe they did, but at this point she wasn't thinking about it at all. Feeling very much in the middle, Mariel frowned her displeasure. Potions was her very favorite, yet she currently felt quite miserable. The only thing she thought was worse than her friends arguing was arguing friends during class.

Choosing to ignore the lot of them for the time being, hoping that they'll get the message that class was not the proper time for such a discussion, Mariel set to work. As she lit the flame under her cauldron to get the water boiling, a loud disturbance turned her head. A poltergeist, Peeves as he called himself, wreaking havoc on several students, including Sarah. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched the being douse her friend with potion, getting a few drops on Mariel's robes in the process.

The stunned Ravenclaw could do nothing else but watch as Peeves continued to cause mischief all over the room. Needing concentration to complete her potion, she wasn't going to even attempt it with the loud poltergeist floating about.

As the chaos in the classroom comenced, Cadence felt helpless and scared. She didn't even know any magic to stop everyone from getting spewed on or hurt. Oh please! Don't antagonize him everyone. Please. He'll just behave even worse.

"I doubt that the potion will harm your skin if we intended to drink it," Jake commented. But then-

"What the- no! Don't retaliate against Peev- Sir Peeves!" Jake was trying to get on the poltergeist's good side. "Just let the professor deal with it," Jake urged.

Patricia noted the instructions carefully before going up to get her ingredients. With her hands full, she returned to her seat and placed everything properly on the table. She lit the fire under her cauldron, adding the 500ml of water inside. She then peeled and crushed the acorn meat, using the flat side of her knife. She poked inside her Potions' kit and took the scurvy grass jar out; measured 1 dram of it with her scales. She was now ready to start brewing after giving her ingredients another look to see if she wasn't missing anything.

The water in the cauldron was finally boiling, bubbling gently on the surface. She added the ingredients and started to stir. That's when she saw the Poltergeist in the room. "Oh no!" she sighed ruefully, hoping it wouldn't disrupt the whole class. She looked to the front of the class, still stirring, mindful of the time and trying to see if the professor had seen the poltergeist too.

Keeping her eyes trained alternately between her cauldron, the clock and the poltergeist, she brewing time was done quickly. Doing her last stir, she extinguished the fire under the cauldron and placed it on the cooling station. That was quite easy, or so she thought, as her eyes followed the movements of the poltergeist in the room and how it was upsetting a few people. "Geez!" she rolled her eyes at the girl who dove under her desk.

"Professor... can't you just shoo it away?" she asked, pointing to Peeves.

"Stay calm everyone. The headmaster will take care of it just don't panic."

She set about gathering up her ingredients. She looked over at the professor. She stood up and walked over to him, pulling out one of her silk handkerchiefs. "Sir you have some chalk on your forehead," She told him as she handed her handkerchief to him. She gave him a small smile, not really wanting to say anything more in fear that he was like that horrible man from the Great Hall. If she never saw that man again her life it would be too soon.

She walked back over to her cauldron. She measured her water and poured it into her cauldron. She used her wand to light the fire and then control the flame. She picked at her nails while she waited for the water to boil. A watched pot never boiled.She giggled at the thought. As the water boiled she added the billywigs wings, the acorn meat and the grass. She turned over her minute hour glass. She began stirring slowly and making sure it didn't splash on anyone. After the minute hourglass turned over five times she doused the flame with her wand and started the hourglass again.

She was ignoring that poltergeist or whatever it was. She had a potion to brew.

Spence quickly moved her cauldron to a safe spot and ducked as Pevves came.