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Peeves slept soundly for the rest of the night, tired from being awake so long. Hours before his regular wake up time on a weekend, Peeves was startled out of sleep when something big and heavy hit him square in the face.
"OOOOOWWWW!" he cried, sitting bolt upright in bed. Rubbing his nose and staring blindly around him he looked up at the thin wrinkly face of Professor Sourdine holding a large pillow.
"It's so nice that you're awake now, Radley," she said, smiling thinly. Peeves groaned and looked out the window. The sun was barely above the horizon.
"Whadcha do that for," he mumbled crossly. The professor pulled him out of bed by his arm.
"You are going to be doing some work today to keep you from getting into trouble since I apparently can't make you stay in your room," she said, pushing him towards a mirror and wash basin.
"I don't think you came keep him out of trouble wherever you put him," Sean said thickly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his top bunk. The others in the room were beginning to sit up too.
"Sean, I'd appreciate it is you would stay out of this. Everyone, you can go back to sleep." No one made a move to lye back down. The headmistress walked over to the door.
"Meet me in the common room, Radley. If you aren't down there in five minutes I'll come and get you myself!" she said as she swept out of the room. Peeves pulled on his clothes as everyone else climbed out of bed.
"Wonder what she's gonna do to him," Lawson whispered to Sean. Peeves stuck out his tongue.
"I not gonna let her do anything," he said and strolled out of the room.
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Sourdine didn't waste any time.
"...And after that you will mop the entrance hall and wax it and then you'll dust all of the paintings in the school. Remember; no magic allowed!" Peeves sighed as he took the mop, duster, dustpan, paper bags, and water bucket offered to him. "Well, get a move on!"
Peeves walked slowly toward the entrance hall. Why the hell does she do this? he thought, the anger boiling up inside of him. He wanted to do something rash. Something that would make her regret ever punishing him. Peeves grinned as that something came to mind. Humming happily he trotted along the corridor, eager to get to work.
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During the late morning students slowly began to trickle from the common rooms, fully dressed and hungry, heading towards the Great Hall.
Fay Rengles was walking down the Grand Staircase, chatting loudly with her friends. As they neared the bottom of the steps, Fay noticed a pleased looking Peeves standing with a mop in hand and watching them.
"Isn't zat ze boy 'oo iz making so much trouble?" she whispered to her friends. Hilary Chopan nodded and glared at him.
"I don't like 'im much," she mumbled. Fay nodded as she stepped off the last step and onto the entrance hall floor. Suddenly, before she knew what had happened, she was on the ground and skidding across the hall. Shreiking, she stopped when she hit the nearest wall. Trying to stand up, she fell back down again, hearing the laughter of Peeves echoing in her ears. The floor was covered in wax. It was so slippery, it was impossible to walk on or try to get up on.
"Don't just stand zere!" she screamed. "'Elp me!" Awkwardly, the other girls in the group tried to slide over to her. They all fell down too, making Peeves laugh even harder.
"VAT IZ GOING ON 'ERE?" Headmaster Influencia roared.
"Oh, Headmaster! I can't get up!" Fay sobbed. The headmaster pulled out his wand.
"Propre," he said. A sudden wind like a miniature tornado hurled across the floor. After several seconds it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the floor wax-free. Fay and her friends stood up slowly, then ran over to their headmaster.
"Headmaster Influencia! It vas zat boy! Zat boy did it!" Hilary cried, pointing in Peeves direction. The headmaster looked in that direction, but no one was there.
Suddenly a high-pitched scream burst from one of the halls. Influencia snapped his head in the direction, wand out of his robes again. The first scream was soon joined with even more. Within seconds, the hallways were ringing with sobs and screeching. Influencia strode very quickly over to the hallway, followed closely by Fay, Hilary, their friends, and the other students who began pouring down the Grand Staircase, puzzlement and alarm in their eyes.
Influencia stepped into the corridor and halted, his bulky figure blocking the scene from the view of the students. The headmaster stood stalk still for several moments, the whisperings of the students behind him buzzing through the entrance hall. Influencia jerked back into motion and dashed into the hallway. Hundreds of heads peeked into the corridor from the entrance hall. As sudden and collective gasp fluttered amongst the students. The corridor was covered with portraits, or at least the remains of portraits. Right and left, high and low, every picture and the floor below it was covered in a dusty, white substance. Influencia bent over, pinching a bit of the white stuff between his fingers.
"Chalk," he said darkly. Grabbing his wand, the headmaster again repeated the same charm as before; Propre. The small tornado swept among the sobbing picture occupants, clearing away the chalk like an eraser. Once everything was cleaned up, Influencia addressed the closest portrait, a short, chubby little elf with dark eyes and a cool sneer.
"Who did this to you," the headmaster said forebodingly. The elf scowled.
"Don't know, sir, but 'm sure wishin' I wus," the elf said heavily, punching his fist into his open palm.
"Monsieur," said a soft voice farther down the hall. "We were all asleep, we did not notice anything or anyone." The headmaster looked over at a picture of a petite little girl with pink ribbons in her hair. Influencia nodded curtly, then looked over at his gawking students.
"Off to breakfast, all of you. Shoo!" he called, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. Everyone glumly turned around, all except for Fay. She stood exactly where she was, her face pure stubbornness.
"It vas Peeves Radley, I know it vas," she said harshly.
"Go to breakfast, Mizz Rengles," he said, patience wearing thin. Fay turned sharply on her heal and headed towards the Great Hall, leaving a disgruntled looking headmaster, shaking his head and sighing.