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Needless to say, Peeves was treated with much abhorrence after the Noël Soirée incident. It didn't seem to bother Peeves at all. He tramped like usual through the Beauxbatons halls, "accidentally" tripping people or running into students.

Peeves felt a great desire to do something else very daring. Something that would give Sourdine a heart attack. After the poisoning at the Noël Soirée, one more thing would really do the trick. The problem was, Peeves noticed Sourdine was behaving quite peculiar. The other day in the Great Hall, Sourdine had walked right by him without glaring at him or mumbling under her breath. She was becoming forgetful too. During lessons one day, she completely forgot the name of Emmeline Everway, her favorite student. Sourdine had stood up in front of the room apologizing profoundly for not knowing Emmeline's name. That was another thing, Sourdine never used to apologize. Perhaps Peeves' last mischievousness had messed up Sourdine's mind. Whatever had happened, Sourdine was sure acting strange.

Several days after the Soirée, Peeves received a letter from a sandy colored barn owl at breakfast. Tearing open the letter and praying it wasn't from his mother, Peeves read;

Dear Peeves,

I heard about what you did during that Noel Sorciee thingy. Ingenious! Did you know it was in the Daily Prophet? The new Ministress of Magic (you know, the first female ministress ever) mentioned that she would settle it. Have you heard from her? What did Sourdine do to you? Come on! I want to hear back! Well, anyway, there was a quote in it from your mum (I would have cut out the clip, but Dad hates it when I tear things out of the paper. Don't know why.). She said she was really mad at you and that she's ashamed to be your mother. Hate to break the bad news. Have you heard from her yet either?

I have a bad feeling again about the tournament. The second one's coming up too soon, do you know what it is? If you need any help just write, Mum's been making me do school work at home and it's harder to fall asleep in class so I think I'm actually learning some things.

WRITE BACK!

Sherman Tilford

Peeves dug in his robes and pulled out a quill. Snatching a daintily folded napkin, Peeves wrote on it;

Sherm,

I'm fine! Don't worry about me. Thank you for the complements on drugging all the people in the school, that really made my day. Trust me, I haven't been getting much praise for it around here. No, I did not know it was in the Daily Prophet. Gosh, it would be nice to at least know that you've become famous. Try to get that clip, Sherm. I want to see what my mum said. No, I haven't heard from either the Ministress or my mum. I guess that's a good thing.

QUIT WORRYING ABOUT THE STUPID TOURNAMENT! Geesh, it's not like I'm going to die or anything! I don't have a clue what I'm going to have to battle this time, but I'm sure I can work it out. I feel much more confident every since my First Task victory. I'll work something out. I'll be fine. If I need your help I'll ask.

Write back too. I'm kinda getting lonely around here, what with everyone ignoring me. By the way, sweet owl.

Peeves Radley

Peeves grinned at the barn owl and tied the napkin to the owl's talon. Stealing a roll from the plate of another person, he offered it to the owl, who gladly accepted before flying off.