Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Peeves
CH 1: My Existence
I could feel the students moving. Hear their passions and their pains. I know their thoughts.
They fuel me.
They are my energy, my life force, my everything.
I love them, yet I hate them too.
They are despicable creatures. Greedy. Lustful. Vain. Arrogant.
Selfish. Sinful. Gossipers. More concerned with trivial things that with learning.
They have yet to plan for the future. Most aim only to pass their classes.
No extra effort is extended other than what is basely needed.
I am a reflection of themselves.
A mirror to their emotions.
Their TEEN ANGST.
Their TEEN HEARTBREAK.
Their TEEN SORROW.
Their TEEN DISAPPOINTMENT.
Pathetic.
Utterly pathetic.
They don't deserve to live in my home.
They are loud.
They are noisy.
They are disrespectful.
I sit naked in the dark.
The shadows of their emotions hiding me, fueling me, protecting me.
I listen to their talks. Their whispers in the night.
I crawl along the floor and lick up their tears that have fallen.
Delicious.
They fuel me. They fuel me. They fuel me.
As much as I hate them they are my mothers and my fathers.
They bore me out of their own pain.
Even though they do not realize it yet.
Their raging teenage hormones, their uncontrollable emotions.
The primordial soup of my existence.
I am their friendly neighborhood poltergeist. I stalk their dungeons where they dare not tread.
I room with those who are filled with the most hate, the most arrogance, and the most deadliest of thoughts.
I like to throw things at them.
I hit them with their books. Their shoes. Their quill-pen ink pots.
One time I hit the almighty Slytherin with his own sword.
It was beautiful.
The graceful arc by which it sliced through the air.
The blood which fell on the cold stone floors.
I licked the floor, even after they cleaned it up.
I could taste his anger against Gryffindor.
I have never tasted anything so beautiful.
His rage, layered in taste with his agony over the loss of his family to plague.
I think I nearly had an orgasm.
This was beautiful and vicious;
My hate-filled existence.
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