Chapter One
I lie nestled in a dusty corner, trying desperately to ignore Peeves as he sings. I wish I were home… I have been trapped in this wardrobe for days, but I much prefer it to the experience I fear is coming. Some of my friends have warned me about this- third year Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
I hear the muffled sounds of students shuffling into the classroom until the silence that indicates the teacher has arrived. I hear him explain how to torture me and shiver as I hear the word. "Riddikulus." The students chuckle. Oh yes, such a fun word. So fun to disrupt my world, to turn me until I'm dizzy.
Let me tell you a little secret: all we are are mischievous house spirits. We're just like poltergeists, except we know how to truly scare people. If Dumbledore can let that imbecile Peeves roam the halls of Hogwarts, why can't he let my kind settle in a nice house and have some fun?
I hear the wardrobe's lock turn. Oh no. Here we go…