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Chapter 2 – Dinnertime

Fred and George Weasley, innocent first years at the time, poked their heads into the last compartment. Unfortunately, it happened to be the compartment that Breena and Peeves were currently in the process of demolishing. Needless to say, the twins ended up with a faceful of pink sparkly paint.

"Hey! Why'd ya do that?" Fred said indignantly.

"Oh ewww! Pah! There's some in my mouth!" George said disgustedly.

"Oooohhh! Ickle firsties, eh?" Peeves cackled his evil cackle. "A whole new batch of students to terrify!"

"Really? Oh, they look so cute with their faces dripping with paint!" Breena cooed. "Awww. Just eleven years old, huh? Hehehe. This will be fun!" She exclaimed.

"Fun? Bill told us that poltergeists are evil! And now there are two of you!" Fred frowned.

"No, Fred. That was just a figure of speech. Bill meant that he just didn't like Peeves. Remember, Charlie told us that poltergeists weren't dark creatures, just naughty ones. They seem nice, actually," George studied Peeves and Breena carefully. "Well, except for the fact that they just chucked a whole bunch of paint at us, but we do that, too. Doesn't mean we're evil."

"I bet Percy the Prat and Ronnie the Baby think we are. But Bill and Charlie and Ginny like us. I wish we didn't have to be stuck with him at Hogwarts," Fred clearly didn't have a very high opinion of Percy.

"Percy? One of the redhead boys? He'll be in third year now, won't he?" Peeves asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah. Why?" Fred asked.

"Oh, nothing," Peeves grinned.

"Oh, oh! Peeves, look! There's the castle! It's huuuge! Oh, think of what we could do in there!" Breena looked awestruck as she floated by the window.

"Whoa! Charlie said it was big, but just look at it! There's a lake there, too!" George looked just as awestruck as he peered at Hogwarts.

Then, the Hogwarts Express rumbled to a stop. The four went out onto Hogsmeade Station when they heard a voice call, "Firs' years! Over here! Firs' years, this way!

"Bye guys!" Fred called.

Peeves led his sister to the entrance hall. He could just see the cogs and gears in Breena's head turning.

"Come on, tell me, sis!"

"Well, those doors are pretty big, right?"

"Um, duh," Peeves looked at her.

"And it could hold up a pretty big bucket, right?" Breena hinted.

Then Peeves face finally dawned in comprehension. "Ooohhh! Right! Hehehe, Breena, you are brilliantly wicked!" Peeves gazed at her in admiration.

"Oh, I know, big brother. Now, lets get to work," Breena said. The two siblings conjured up an enormous bucket, which they filled up with a strange concoction of mashed avocadoes, ketchup, Jell-o, rice pudding, honey, pomegranate juice, Mimbulus mimbletonia Stinksap (loads of it), and of course, green slime. Then they made themselves invisible and hovered over the hall.

After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall led the first years to the doors.

"Now, come, smarten yourselves up. Miss Johnson, take that cap off! Mr. Jordan, put that hideous spider away!"

"She is not hideous!" Lee protested.

Professor McGonagall ignored him and… pushed open the door. The first years followed her, but as soon as the doors were open all the way… the bucket turned upside down.

"Aaaaahhhh! My hair!"

"My spider! Where did she go?"

"Oh, disgust! I smell!"

"Yuck! What is this stuff?" The unfortunate first years' yells and screams rang out through the Great Hall. Above them, Peeves and Breena cackled their evil cackles.