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"Boy! Did Sourdine really blow up!" Sherman said, snickering slightly. Peeves smiled wickedly from his seat on his bunk.
"Wonderful, wasn't it?" he said evilly. Rene snorted.
"I thought for sure she was going to kill you," he said.
"Yea, me too," Lawson said.
"So...what're you gonna do now?" Sherman asked."It's quite obvious," Sean said arrogantly. "He's going to stay in this room like Professor Sourdine told him to."
"Yeah, and rot until she lets him out," Lawson added.
"Which probably won't be for a couple a' years," Sherman added.
"I'm doomed!" Peeves moaned in mock despair. Lawson sniggered.
"Vell, she's going to 'ave to let you out for ze Tournament. Ze Champions 'ave to be zere," Rene pointed out.
"Thank goodness!" Peeves said as he lay down on the bed.
"Till then, I'll be sure to bring up some bread and water," Sherman joked.
"Thanks, Sherm." They were quiet for a bit as they all thought.
"Well...what about the other Champions?" Lawson asked. "Rene, what d'ya know about this Marshall Piendre?"
"Um, Marshall's kind of ze type of guy whose friends vith everyone," he said wistfully. "I know plenty of girls who go veak at ze knees ven he talks to zem."
"I guess that means people think he's some pretty boy," Lawson mumbled.
"Yes, in a vay," Rene said. He stopped to think and then said, "He's not ze type I like to hang around vith, really. I don't know vhy, but he kind of rubs me ze vrong vay." Sean nodded, looking off in space.
"Huh, I know plenty of people like that," he whispered to himself, although Peeves heard him. He had a sneaky suspicion he was one of them.
"An' what about that Amy Giotisa?" Sherm said.
"She's ugly," Lawson grunted.
"She looks intelligent," Sean said haughtily.
"Then I guess that means she's gold, right Sean?" Peeves said, a sneer spread across his face. Sean turned red.
"I don't know anything about 'er," Rene said contemplatively.
"Huh, Peeves. I don't think you're going to have much trouble with them," Lawson remarked.
Suddenly the door to the large guest room swung open and a thin, blond haired boy walked in and headed towards one of the bunks. The other boys were silent, waiting for Adrian Malfoy to leave the room. Adrian dug in his trunk for something, and, when he couldn't find it, looked up at the others, a scowl on his face.
"Who took my quill?" he asked, looking accusingly at Sean, Lawson, Sherman, Peeves, and Rene. Peeves gasped dramatically.
"Oh! What is Adrian going to do without his quill?" Peeves said mockingly. "His daddy's going to kill him when he finds out!" Adrian grit his teeth.
"Peeves, where's my quill! It's...it's very special to me." Peeves chuckled, pulling it out of his pocket and tossing it across the room to Adrian. "Here's your precious quill!"
Adrian gently picked up the bent and chewed on quill, his face cold as stone. Sherman started laughing as Adrian glared at them and walked out of the room, broken quill in hand. As he went down the hall, the boys heard Adrian shout, "You're going to regret this, Peeves!"
"It was only a quill," Peeves commented to his friends. Rene looked at him oddly.
"Vhy did you take 'is quill vithout asking?" Rene asked, puzzled as ever. Peeves rolled his eyes.
"Geesh! You sound like my mother or something!"
"Still, Peeves. That was his grandfather's old quill," Sean said, a frown on his face.
"Oh come on! It was just a quill! A puny little writing utensil!" Peeves moaned. Sean still didn't look happy. Neither did Rene. Peeves threw up his hands in disgust and changed the topic.
"So...what do you know about that Headmaster Juven?"
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Peeves lay in bed that night, hands behind his head, staring up at the bunk over his. He sighed again for the fifth time and tried to rearrange himself among the sheets, but couldn't get comfortable. Why was it that the outside seemed so exciting when he wasn't allowed out there? Punching his pillow in restlessness, Peeves moaned and turned over again.
Finally he quieted down, making sure the others were still sleeping. After several moments of forcing himself not to move and to breathe heavily to make the others think he was finally a sleep, he slipped out of the bed and snuck softly across the rug floor. Reaching the door, he opened it slowly and tip toed out of the room and into the passage. Sneaking along the hallway and listening attentively, Peeves debated where he was going to go.
Feeling his stomach rumble, Peeves decided to head to the kitchens, but then remembered he didn't know where the Beauxbaton kitchens where. For several minutes he happily but cautiously stealed down the light blue, moon lit corridors. A sudden noise startled Peeves. As panic set in, he slid into the dark shadows, hiding in the dimness. Holding his breath and flat against the wall, Peeves waited, heart racing as Adrian Malfoy walked along from the opposite direction, slinking along the shadows too. Peeves stayed where he was, watching Adrian sneak past and back along the halls towards the boy's guest room.
Even though Adrian was gone, Peeves stayed where he was to be sure. What was Adrian doing out in the middle of the night? Peeves snuck along again, even more wary than ever. Just as he was about to softly creep into the entrance hall, Peeves heard another noise. He dropped into the shadows, looking ahead where the noise had come from. The hall was silent. Peeves' heart beat faster than ever, his muscles tense.
Peeves almost shrieked when something poked him square in the back. Shoving his fist in his mouth, Peeves turned around to stare right into the face of...a house elf. A very upset house elf.
"What does master Peeves Radley think he is doing again?" the house elf squeaked, thin elbows sticking out and his hands on his hips. Peeves sighed a bit in relief.
"Er—nothing," Peeves stuttered. The house elf snorted.
"Trivie thinks Peeves Radley is up to no good," the house elf said, wagging a finger in the boy's face. Peeves grinned his famous innocent grin.
"Aww, come of it. I was just—er—looking for the privy," Peeves whined. The house elf didn't look persuaded.
"Peeves Radley go back to his room now," he said sternly. Peeves sighed, not wanting to go back to bed.
"Look...I'm feeling awfully hungry," Peeves said. "Couldn't you lead me to the kitchen or something." The house elf glowered.
"Students not allowed in kitchen," he said softly. Peeves grinned again, this time not so nicely.
"Perhaps you can make an exception," Peeves said coarsely. The house elf looked up at him with big green eyes, and then burst out laughing.
"Master Peeves Radley does not scare Trivie," he giggled, rocking back and forth, hands up to his mouth. Peeves scowled. He angrily grabbed the house elf's ear, pinching it between his nails.
"Tell me where the kitchens are," he hissed, and started to walk across the entrance hall, dragging the little elf behind him. After the moaning elf tripped a few times, he gave in.
"Right this way, Peeves Radley," he said, pointing down a deserted hallway. Peeves sneered as he let the house elf lead him down it. The house elf stopped outside of a statue of a tall beautiful woman. He spread out his arm, waving at the statue.
"This is it, Master Peeves Radley," the house elf murmured. Peeves patted the elf on the head and leaned forward, peering at the statue.
"How do I get in?" he whispered. The house elf trudged up to the statue, rubbing his hands together. He hesitated, then turned around, a worried look on his face.
"Trivie must warn you—,"
"Open it!" Peeves growled.
"Peeves Radley may not—,"
"I said open it!"
The house elf shrugged and stroked his long fingers under the chin of the lady statue. With a soft rumbling the statue slid back with the wall, leaving a looming dark passage.
"It is that way to the kitchens," the house elf whispered. Peeves smiled to himself. This was too easy. He stepped into the hole and walked forward a bit.
"Keep going," the elf's voice urged from the entrance. Peeves could smell the food up ahead. He felt along with his hands in the blackness, making sure not to run into anything. His fingertips lightly touched something solid in front of him. Checking with his hand, he found that it was a door. Reaching for the knob, he opened the door, hunger gripping him. He walked into the lamp lit room, acting like he owned it.
"Oh boy, am I hungry!" he said aloud.
"PEEVES RADLEY!"
Peeves looked around him, realizing in a sickening moment that the room he had walked into was not a kitchen...it was a bedroom. And standing next to a cozy fire was the very person Peeves did not feel like seeing right then.
"That little booger tricked me!" he howled, turning around and darting out of the room. "I'm going to skin him alive!"
"As am I to you, Peeves!" A cold hand gripped his shoulder, digging its nails into his arm. Peeves was spun around to face the steaming face of Headmistress Sourdine.
"You just don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you Radley?" she declared. Peeves stuck up his nose, not looking the headmistress in the eyes. Instead he looked at the fancy nightgown she was wearing. "I wish so badly I could expel you, Peeves Radley...but that isn't possible now, is it?" Peeves relaxed under her hard grip.
"No, Professor Sordine, you can't," he replied pointedly, grinning widely.
"I assure you, Radley, that will not keep me from making your life miserable," the headmistress added. Peeves sighed as he was walked back to the boys' guest room.