If she had ran out of the room sobbing, he probably would have considered changing the way he said it.

But she never cried. Ever. Which was one of the many things that made her so fascinating to him.

He exhaled, running his fingers through his hair. Had she listened, she would still be here. When she listens, everyone ends up happy. She works things out well when she listens. He sighed. If she were still there, they would probably be snogging... busy on the floor. But no... He buried his face in his hands. She had to walk out.

Suddenly, a small noise shattered his concentration. It was a soft clicking sound. The type people make with their tounges. He jumped, adrenaline shooting through his veins as he spun around and whipped out his wand. Who saw us! That was the only thing running through his brain now. Who is it!

Unfortunately, he soon found that none of these words could get out of his mouth fast enough. When he saw that, indeed, nobody was there, he streightened up a bit, relaxing. A disapprooving glare played across his face. "Peevesies..." He sat back down, thoroughly annoyed. "Enough with your stupid games. What did you hear, and what are you planning to use against me," he said in a very non-chalant manner. He was used to these types of things from the Poltergeist. Not as if he wanted it, though.

Just then, a male ghost appeared out of thin air, floating teasingly close to the boys face. He was short and round and dressed, as always, in the same ridiculous jester suit. Although the ghost was, naturally, translucent, the boy could tell he had intentionally picked horribly clashy colors when he died so as to have yet another laugh at by Peeves's entrance, the boy frantically pressed his back into the chair. His expression hardened. "Peeeves..." He growled. "I'm warning you..."

"Of what!" Peeves chirped, delighting in the angst he had just caused. Immediately, he continued the sarcasm. "Oh! That the girl who was just here will come and kill me? Silly girl... doesn't she know that Ghosts can't be dead twice! Oh Ravenclaws..." Peeves snapped his fingers and a cup of steaming coffee materialized streight in front of him. He reached out and took a sip, not bothering to tear his eyes out for next year.

The little man