Well...this wasn't awkward or anything.

.............................

Clearing his throat, the astronomer could still appreciate a good pun despite circumstances and even matched the Herbology professor's humor with one of his own. Which....just so happened to slip out before he really processed it. As his dry sense of humor tended to do as the most inopportune times. "I've fallen for you."

.............................

And he was going to scrambled back up to his feet now. Yes.

Glancing at Nana and Meri-berry, back on his feet now - FOR THE RECORD - the astronomer gave a small shrug and brushed some of the snow off his shoulder. "Assuming this is the result of a weather modifying charm..." Which...judging by the way Peeves was reacting to things...the astronomer had his doubts. "...that would do the trick."


........or ride our bike around the halls?

Now he really wanted to ride a bike. Something he hadn't done in years.

Blue eyes back on Paul now - who really did not look anything like a snowman, if he was being brutally honest...but did look quite amusing with his wand raised at Peeves like that. Yes, just encourage the poltergeist to target you more. Says the hypocrite in the suit - the Astronomy professor gave a fervent nod and maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay have demonstrated a bit of lower lip quivering. "JUST WALTZ RIGHT OUT OF MY OFFICE!" He paused to glare at Peeves who apparently had nothing to do with that either.

BECAUSE POLTERGEISTS WERE ALWAYS SUCH TRUTHFUL ENTITIES

Suri had totally and completely planned on returning to the Slytherin table because that would be the smart and clever thing to do, but hadn't been able to resist sticking around to watch as her snowball actually hit FLAMSTEED in the head and sent both him AND Myers tumbling down into the snow. Or almost tumbling. STILL COUNTS. Mid-laughter Suri decided that whatever happens next would totally be worth this. She could ALWAYS say that she hit Flamsteed in the head with a snowball. In Suri Rider's world, this was one heck of an achievement.

Oh, and you totally get cool points Professor Headmistress. Yes, mmhm, we heard that offer to Flamsteed and we definitely saw it. YOU, however, Professor Transfiguration, you do not get any points at all. MINUS POINTS TO TRANSFIGURATION. Suri tried to appear as nonchalant as possible as she turned towards the sound of her name being called by Ichihara, side-eyeing Flamsteed and Myers who would now definitely know that it had been her who'd thrown the snowball.

AH WELL. Still worth it. Especially when PEEVES came in. OH GOOD, she LOVED Peeves. Beaming, forgoing the innocent act because honestly she was fooling no one, Suri watched with satisfaction as he started dumping copious amounts of snow on Myers' head. HEHE. Sure, it was cold and the snow was piling up and it was prooooobably not the best idea to stick around when they were being told to leave but PEEVES was here she wasn't about to go ANYWHERE. Also Ichihara had called her out so technically she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. So.. There. Perhaps she'd even help with this weather reversing spell too (who knows, Lighting might cooperate today). (Lightning is her wand). (Lightning is the best name for a wand ever).

It would be wrong to try and toss another snowball right?

If there was one thing Peeves could count on, it was the staff's continued lack of humour. But that was fine with the poltergeist. Their grumpy faced reactions combined with a bulging vein or two in a forehead never got old. In fact, it was quite hilarious.

"Yes! Someone was clearly genius to think of snow in the Great Hall!" With a gleeful cackle, Peeves scooped up another bucketful of snow for human snowman Myers. "Anyone have a carrot for the snowman's nose?" he called out, looking for some willing participants. Myers was looking quite frozen, if he'd say so himself. And that silly wooden stick he was waving around didn't make him shiver any more than the freezing weather might have.

Oh, and there was Airhead blubbering on about his office again. Maybe if he got lucky that vein would start bulging again. HEHEHE. "Wish I could have seen that, Airhead. Sounds HI-LAR-EEE-OUSSSS!" Peeves succumbed in a fit of laughter before spotting the young Slytherin girl who looked all too interested in building a snowman herself.

"Why don't we show these stuffy old professors how to have a little fun!" He flew over to her, swooping down to grab a handful of snow, speeding up his throwing to a near impossible rate to throw a succession of snowballs at all of the adults up on the dais. "Best pranks ever this year, seriously!" The students must be getting more awesome, or were finally beginning to realize how amazing he was and trying to be just lie him. And while he might not have had anything to do with it snowing, he was going to take full advantage of it while he was here!

*giggle*

It's as if the sound of the Poltergeist's words of praise ignited something else, something different and yet oh-so-familiar. If you listen closely enough, over the sound of the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall, you might just hear...

... Was that a giggle?

___________ *giggle*

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Okay so... Jaemin hadn't exactly made it away from the staff dais. He had had full intentions of going down to the Slytherin table to run other students off in the most bossy twelve year old voice possible, but... Peeves had appeared. Which had immediately attracted his attention, and he'd stopped and was now standing in ankle deep snow, just watching the professors and the poltergeist.

Because Peeves was sorta implying that none of this was his fault, and that was concerning. The small first year took a step back when Peeves took to pelting the professors with snowballs, hesitantly feeling at his pocket for his wand because first instinct was to cast the green spell at him... but should he do that with all the professors here?? Surely they would... do the... thing... what??

The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, and he wasn't quite sure why. Frowning to himself, he looked around, trying to place it. There was a weird... sort of echo-y... giggling. It wasn't quite loud enough to hear it on its own, but it was definitely there, and quite suddenly he didn't want to be. But he was also a bit too unnerved by it to book it out of the Great Hall, because... well, that would require being away from all the adults who excelled at making things less creepy.

Most of the time. Not currently.

...............................

The astronomer's eyes narrowed and THE VEIN had resurfaced. While he tended to appreciate Peeves' antics - because what was life without a little chaos? - he was NOT appreciative when it came knocking on his door. AND THEN SAID CHAOS HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY THEY WISHED THEY HAD SEEN IT WHEN THEY HAD BEEN THERE AND MOCKED THE SUITED SPACE ODDITY.

YEAH. YEAH. NO.

DO NOT PLAY THE INNOCENT CARD WITH HIM, POLTERGEIST! HE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WAS UP AN-------


...............

"Sweet solstice what was that?"

That giggle was................concerning.

As was the still bulging and pulsing vein on the man's forehead.

And yes, you were noted, Miss Rider, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

Was it too much to ask for a peaceful meal at this school?

Evidently, yes.

And that's all James had to contribute on this matter. If they needed him, he'd be sat in his seat praying for all of this to end. And eating his sandwich. Because honestly, the childish giggling was the least of his concerns right now. He was hungry.

And he was also over it.

Additionally, could someone do something about the overdramatic Astronut? James had quite enough. About time that vein of his popped.

___________ *giggle*

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Genius.

Hilarious.

Best pranks ever this year.

DID EVERYONE HEAR THAT!? SHE HAD IMPRESSED HER DREAMY WEAMY BOATY PEEVSEY!

HE WAS COMPLETELY SMITTEN WITH HER!

Descending from her hiding place near one of the buttresses with a fish-eating grin, the poltergal swooshed and zigzagged her way giddily through the air towards the hero of her affections. Of COURSE she took extra care to cause a little extra chaos along the way.

Like ensuring that that pretty stiffy Transfiguration professor found her bottom to the ground again with a swoooooooosh around her legs.

And that kiss blown by way of the Astronomy professor who BEST FLATTER AND FAWN OVER HER if he ever wished to see his TOYS again.

And the sandwich of the stoney woney faced Creature professor OBVIOUSLY made for a better hat than anything else. Mayonnaise hair treatment for YOU. GIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLE.

She would get the rest of you, yes, but for now eyes were on her ONE AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS RIGHT THERE!

"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII PEEVSIES WEEVSIES MY ONE AND ONLYSIES!" she sang as she zoomed over to the poltergeist. "I just KNEW you'd be impressed. I KNEW IT! IKNEWITIKNEWITIKNEEEEEEEWIT!"

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...

....

......

Okay, to be FAIR, what had happened to poor old Abraham had been awful and the Moxinator had done her best to like-LEARN all the ins and outs of this place so she wouldn't have any surprises when overseeing things but like-THIS POLTERGEIST RIGHT NOW?

????

???????

Yeah, preeeetty sure there had never been a memo on this one who was apparently the cause of at LEAST this snow storm. And WHY were there still students here? Had she not made herself abundantly clear?

"YOU TWO, OUT, NOW!" Yes, Mr. Song and Ms. Rider had better be on their way. Weren't Slytherins supposed to be better at flying under the radar so they DIDN'T get into trouble? Hm. HM. Ahem. Moxley was totally cool, calm, and collected here.

"As for you," The giggler. Peeves's...girlie wirlie? PAUSE. ERRR. "1. Who exactly ARE you? 2. Where did you come from? And 3. Could you please put an end to this snow storm so that we can-" Another pause as Moxley considered her tone and how one should deal with such...pranksters. "I mean Peeves can better hear about these..things you've been up to in our school."

*SQUINT*

..........uh.. WHAAAAAT?!

Peeves' throwing of snowballs came to a sudden stop at the appearance of a... something, who came complete with loud girlish giggles. HE was the only poltergeist at Hogwarts, where did this mischief-maker come from? Even if he HAD been impressed with the recent pranks going on lately.... she wasn't about to try to usurp his reign as pranks master, was she? But apparently that was not her intention....

*BLINK*

ONE AND ONLYSIES??? Uhhh....

"Are you the one who created this snowstorm? And... maybe some other awesome pranks around here?" Clearly the ones that he did not do of course. And he MIGHT be impressed, but he was still a little surprised at this sudden appearance of one who MIGHT rival him in hilarity.

For the first time in probably a century, Peeves was sort of speechless.

Between Meredith's... er... interesting clothing, Myers spitting snow in her FACE, Airey being taken down by a snowball, and Peeves threatening to shove a carrot up Paul's nose, Tiara hadn't really been sure what to think up to this point.

But then there was that freakish giggling. And.. was that ANOTHER poltergeist? Oh sweet solstice, as Airey would say.

There was so much going on that Tiara was glad she wasn't right in the middle of the commotion. This new poltergeist seemed to have a thing for chaos just like Peeves, and Tiara didn't want to end up like Draper over there with food on his head.

And to top it all off, she was still getting snowed on!

So while Meredith interrogated the newcomer, she did the only sensible thing she could think of at the moment. She cast a Shield Charm over the dais so they could all think straight.. well, most of them anyways.

RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!

Miffy blew a big UGLY raspberry at the haughty-taugty lady who was making all sorts of demands at her. Who invited her to interrupt her poltergeisty snugglefest anyway?

"I be Miffy," she chirped, adding another blown raspberry and bug-eyed look towards her. "AND I BE PEEVESIES' ONE AND ONLYSIES!"

Had they NOT been paying attention? Peevsies was. *GIGGLE*

"I don't know, where did YOU come from?" she huffed. Couldn't this lady see she was in the middle of a MOMENT? "But I came BACK to be with my PEEVESIES!"

The question about the snow was IGNORED. Peevesie liked it AND was impressed by it so it would be STAYING.

..... Sandwich on his head. Not in his mouth.

....... AND ALL THE SHOUTING.

Was this really necessary?

James was not impressed. Or amused. Or going to eat this sandwich anymore.

Which, by the way, had found it's way onto his plate once more. Because James' head was no place for a meal. Additionally, WHY HADN'T THE SNOW BEEN STOPPED YET?

Also, James was going to sit here all grumpy for the time being because clearly there wasn't any proper out.

We're waiting. NOT VERY PATIENTLY. As much as he loved a good romantic poltergeist love story-- Oh wait, he didn't. Eugh. He may barf.

What. Was. That???????

Jaemin blinked as the scene unfolded, torn between curiosity and horror. It was another poltergeist? A girl poltergeist? Was this the one that had been in the dorm?! There had been a girl poltergeist in his dorm?! That was so creepy! Had she let the nifflers out, too??? And she was in love with Peeves?!

Even non-living girls were weirdos.

The twelve year old veeeeeeery slowly started backing down the dais and toward the door, flinching when Moxley yelled at him and another girl who had been lingering. He was going, Mox! He just... didn't want to draw attention by doing it. If he moved too fast, the girl thing would see him, and he was perfectly content with it looking at the professors instead.

Well then.

Upon offering fleeting glances towards Helena, Sir Nicholas glided a bit closer to the poltergal.

"I beg your pardon," he interrupted. "Came back?"

Despite these unusual circumstances, even the Gryffindor house ghost had to admit he was tickled at how uncomfortable Peeves looked right now. Quite tickled indeed.

Was it TOOOOOOOOOOO much to ask to be here alooooone with her one, her only, her PEEVSIE WEEVSIE??

Miffy turned to MR RUFFLES and blew a huge wet raspberry his way as well. "Yes, came BACK!" She turned her HUGE, LOVABLE EYES to Peevsie to see if he was listening. Oh, he was going to hear her story and then see how much she LUUUUUUUUUURVED him and TOTALLY fall in love with her!

SWOOOOOOOOOOON.

"I once roamed this castle many years ago, Mr Ruffles, but maybe you don't remember me?" Maybe he didn't but that was OKAY because she knew that her LOVE, HER PEEVSIE WOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER HIS ONE AND ONLYSIE. *GIGGLE*

So Miffy swooped over to him and made those BIG LOVABLE EYES AT HIM AGAIN. "But PEEEEEEVSIE, MY ONE AND ONLYSIES, would NEVER forget me and our hide-and-seek game, would he?" She tilted her head and BATTED HER EYELASHES at him.

COOOOOO-WHEEEEEE!

Had Art just walked in at the wrong time? His stomach was rumbling but he had some cleaning and organising to do. Forget the sooty smudge on his cheek!

What in the name of Scott was going on here?

The ghosts... the poltergeist who had poisoned his students... or...

Wait...

"So... so it was YOU that... that... t-tampered with my-my-my ingredients?" he asked the Poltergirl.

Miffy?

Peeves was still a little stuck on the "One and Onlysies" thing. Sure, the poltergal pulled off some wicked cool pranks, especially the one currently going on, but one and onlysies?? He was ONE OF A KIND! And he wasn't so sure about this whole lovey-dovey nonsense.

But she kept talking about coming back from many years ago and Peeves squinted in her direction. Well, maybe she DID seem slightly familiar.... hmmmmmm. And he thoroughly enjoyed a good prank! But did she have to lay it on so thick? SHEEESH!

"Oh... oh yes, hide and seek!" Suuure, he totally remembered that, mhm, right, of course he did. Though did he? Maybe he did, it was kind of sparking something... "Why don't we play a game? You could hide..." And he could count to ten thousand.

SHE KNEW IT!

Had everyone heard him? HAD THEY!? He totally remembered and was TOTALLY INFATUATED WITH HER. He really just needed to hurry up and propose ghostly poltergeisty matrimony already.

"There is NOOOOOOO way I will EVER be able to top my last spot," she cooed. "Took ....." She paused to count on her fingers, but quickly got bored of this and waved them giddily in his handsome face. "A LOOOOOOOOOONG TIME!"

YEARS.

A decade?

It was hard to do math when Miffy couldn't even pay attention long enough to count past five on her fingers.

She turned towards her adoring fans with a smile so wide it took up her entire face. "He never actually found me either, BY THE WAY. Porcelain dolls make for the BEST hiding places."

Miffy paused to bat her eyelashes triumphantly at HER Peevesie.

He knew what this meant, YES?

She deserved victory poltergeisty kisses and a proposal. DUUUUUUUUUUUUH.

She was even puckering her lips JUST FOR HIM.


*GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE*

Helena hovered silently to the side. Watching. Listening.

While the snow rained they were all watching a poltergal trying her best to woo Peeves into loving her, while boasting about her pranks to impress him. Could she not have done it in a more private setting?

Feeling Sir Nick's gaze on her, Helena looked up in time to see him interject in the conversation, but only get half an answer. How rude!

Floating forwards slighty. Helena brushed a few brown locks out of her face and asked the poltergal. "Pardon my intrusion, but how old are you? Did you live in my mother Rowena's time? Can't you tell us your story?"

So Helena could understand why she looked faintly familiar.

Before she could get her dreaaaaaaaaaaaam kiss, the kiss she'd been waiting for, her TRUE LOVE'S FIRST KISS (*FANGIRL SCREAM*) THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON TALKING TO HER AND RUINING THE MOMENT.

Oh, that prank! *GIGGLE* "Tampering with ingredients was a CLASSIC. Nooooooooooooobody would've guessed it was ME!" Her eyes flew over to PEEEEEEEEEEEEEVSIE just to check that he was LISTENING to this. Oh, how he was going to be IMPRESSED with her handiwork!

*GIIIIIIIIIIIIGGLE*

Oh oh GHOST LADY was asking for her AGE?! GASP. "You NEVER ask a lady her AAAAAAAAAAAGE!" SURELY GHOST LADY knew that! But tell her story, she WILL! Was Peeves ready to faaaaaaaall head over heels in love with her? HEHE.

"I was here MAAAAAAAAAAAAAANY years ago. TOO many to count properly. And Peevsie Weevsie," She took a break in her story to bat her eyelashes at him because he was ohhhhhhhhh so important. "and I had a hide and seek game. It was a TRUE battle of the pranksters! And then I went and hid in a DOLL and PEEVSIE," *GIGGLE* "Peevsie couldn't find me!"

And WHERE WAS HER KISS, PEEVSIE?

What in Merlin's beard had happened? One minute, Paul was prepping to stop the snow, his wand even at the READY for it...and the next, feeling SMUG about Airey's TOTALLY obvious approval of his pun--when--

WHO

WAS

THAT?

ANOTHER ONE? Paul was flabbergasted, ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED. She...had she said her name?! He was too SHOCKED to really move a muscle. And a part of him...thought it was kind of cute that she had done all these crazy things to impress ole' Peeves. But did Hogwarts NEED two poltergeists?! Could it survive two of them? WOULD SHE LEAVE? WOULD PEEVES LEAVE?

EFHRIUHFEIGHIH

"SO...LET ME get this STRAIGHT?" Paul piped up. "You--" he pointed at the female ghost, the NEW female ghost he had never seen before in his LIFE-- "Were just trying to impress HIM--" he nodded at Peeves.

"YOU WERE THE PORCELAIN DOLL?!?!!?!"

IT WAS HER!

Art didn't know whether to be angry or... or, honestly, impressed. They all thought it was pesky Peeves, but it appeared that there was something else just as infuriatingly irritating as Peeves. He tried not to smirk, but he nodded at the Poltergirl who seemed quite pleased with herself. He remained quiet, as he was still trying to gather himself. He couldn't very well applaud this Poltergirl for out-doing Peeves, because... well, firstly because his students had almost been harmed, and secondly because the last time he applauded something, Professor Julien Primeaux might have given him a stern speaking to.

But the Silver man was growing older with each day, and he had learned the hard way that it was better for the soul to be happy than angry. So he merely went to find a bite to eat whilst he was watching the chaos. He was indeed interested in what Peeves would say to all of this. Art wasn't so interested in any romance stories, nor the drama, but he was indeed curious... how would the well known Poltergeist, Peeves, handle the threat from this... this Poltergirl?

Intrigued he was, indeed.

What a time to be alive at Hogwarts, or rather...not alive, in Alfred's case. The Friar watched the events unfold in pure shock, and when the poltergirl finally revealed herself, he clutched his chest.

"My my! Another poltergeist!" He exclaimed to his fellow ghostly companions. "So it makes sense why we felt such an increase in energy...or at least a change in it," he muttered to himself.

"Wh-what's your name, Miss?" he asked the new resident of Hogwarts. He assumed that no one would kick her out! She could live here if she wanted to, right? The Friar thought so, and hoped so! As long as the poltergeist didn't hurt anyone, he was fine with it. And he also thought that if they did try to kick her out, what if she didn't want to leave? What if she made things worse? What would they do?!

Why was she puckering her lips like that? Peeves gave Miffy a suspicious look, though he had to admit he was rather impressed. He was also a little disappointed that the students of Hogwarts didn't suddenly decide t be cool and organize awesome year long pranks. But Miffy DID pull off some pretty amazing pranks if he did say so himself.

And what Peeves was starting to find hilarious, now that his own shock was starting to wear off, was how flabbergasted the professors and ghosts of Hogwarts appeared to be at Miffy's revelation. He even let out a few snickers and cackles watching them try to piece things together.

Hmmmmmmmm, her story was sounding even more familiar, though he could do without the eyelash batting. "Oh, riiiiiiight. EPIC hide and seek game. Thought you gave up." Or he just eventually forgot about her. Who stayed hiding for YEARS? The game was familiar though even if the name wasn't so much.

"Well, Doll, nice job with the pranks this year. ALMOST as good as mine," he grinned. "But I'll give credit where credit is due." No one topped him even if this snowstorm was the best prank he'd seen in a while. And speaking of, he still had a snowman to finish. And Miffy could put those lips away anytime now.