PEEVES!!!! (crash) "You can't catch me!" Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
Gorphney sighed as he heard the sounds of their most troublesome student once again. He was always getting into trouble. Oh, dear. Atleast he's a sixth year. Only one more year to go until he's out of my hair. As headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gorphney had dealt with Peeves since he first got off the Express, six years ago. It was a Tuesday…
"Hogwarts, huh? An interesting place. I can really wreak some havoc here. I wonder where the first years go?" "Jeffrey!" He looked up. "Jeffrey Peeves! Get over here right this instant. Stop writing in that little book. You have to get to the Sorting. Peeves! Now!"
"All right, all right. I'm coming." He set down his journal. The book accidentally flipped open to the first page:
Things to Do:
Insult this hat I've heard so much about. What is it with the talking hat, anyway?
During the feast, eat off someone else's plate.
Try to do a spell with my new wand!
Belch loudly. They'll hate that.
Have a party in our dorms.
During first class, bother person in front of me.
Dip hair of a blonde girl into ink pot when sh
He sighed. The teachers here were so persistent. He couldn't even finish the sentence he was writing. --------------o0 Peeves went toward the teacher's voice. This was going to be pretty exciting.
As they entered the Great Hall for the Sorting, a voice was heard, coming from a loud yet tattered hat. A rip near the brim had opened up. The hat was singing.
A hat, a hat,
I'm a bewitched hat.
I hate that you've bewitched me
I hate picking houses
I hate Hogwarts,
You witch folk are louses.
Slytherin, why that's a joke!
Its evil there, Their stone hearts all broke.
Hufflepuff? Please.
Those scaredy cats would scream if someone sneezed.
Ravenclaw? Geeks.
Knowledge. Books is all they care about. What freaks.
And my favorite! Gryffindor!
They're so full of themselves,
They're arrogant to the core.
So go ahead! Put me on, And see what I'll do.
Rotten?
Afraid to go?
Bookworm?
Ego?
You're one of them,
You're not sure which,
So find out, put me on,
And don't let you fat heads rip another stitch.
Everyone sat in stunned silence. What had gone wrong?
Well, that was the first part. What do you guys think? Do you like it? If so, please review. If not, review anyway. The next part will be up in a while.
The name Peeves, the idea of the school, and the sorting hat as well as the express are J.K. Rowling's.
Gorphney sighed as he heard the sounds of their most troublesome student once again. He was always getting into trouble. Oh, dear. Atleast he's a sixth year. Only one more year to go until he's out of my hair. As headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gorphney had dealt with Peeves since he first got off the Express, six years ago. It was a Tuesday…
"Hogwarts, huh? An interesting place. I can really wreak some havoc here. I wonder where the first years go?" "Jeffrey!" He looked up. "Jeffrey Peeves! Get over here right this instant. Stop writing in that little book. You have to get to the Sorting. Peeves! Now!"
"All right, all right. I'm coming." He set down his journal. The book accidentally flipped open to the first page:
Things to Do:
Insult this hat I've heard so much about. What is it with the talking hat, anyway?
During the feast, eat off someone else's plate.
Try to do a spell with my new wand!
Belch loudly. They'll hate that.
Have a party in our dorms.
During first class, bother person in front of me.
Dip hair of a blonde girl into ink pot when sh
He sighed. The teachers here were so persistent. He couldn't even finish the sentence he was writing. --------------o0 Peeves went toward the teacher's voice. This was going to be pretty exciting.
As they entered the Great Hall for the Sorting, a voice was heard, coming from a loud yet tattered hat. A rip near the brim had opened up. The hat was singing.
A hat, a hat,
I'm a bewitched hat.
I hate that you've bewitched me
I hate picking houses
I hate Hogwarts,
You witch folk are louses.
Slytherin, why that's a joke!
Its evil there, Their stone hearts all broke.
Hufflepuff? Please.
Those scaredy cats would scream if someone sneezed.
Ravenclaw? Geeks.
Knowledge. Books is all they care about. What freaks.
And my favorite! Gryffindor!
They're so full of themselves,
They're arrogant to the core.
So go ahead! Put me on, And see what I'll do.
Rotten?
Afraid to go?
Bookworm?
Ego?
You're one of them,
You're not sure which,
So find out, put me on,
And don't let you fat heads rip another stitch.
Everyone sat in stunned silence. What had gone wrong?
Well, that was the first part. What do you guys think? Do you like it? If so, please review. If not, review anyway. The next part will be up in a while.
The name Peeves, the idea of the school, and the sorting hat as well as the express are J.K. Rowling's.