There was only one time that Peeves had ever been terrified for his existence.
That had been the time a tiny little muggleborn he had been laughing at threatened him with a "voodoo" doll that looked similar to him, only made of a material that was more tangible than he was.
So, of course, Peeves had laughed at her, grabbed the doll and dropped it in the middle of the Black Lake, despite the girl's protests and warnings. He was a poltergeist, nothing could happen to him, right? The girl had watched him for a week, not speaking or reacting while he taunted her about the doll.
That was until he felt the first pokes in his body, as if someone where physically sticking blades into him, and it hurt! The girl had looked amused then, and Peeves knew that it was all her fault! All for that stupid doll!
And it didn't stop for more than a day. Whenever Peeves thought it was finally over, the poking sensations would start again in his legs, or his abdomen, and sometimes even his hands.
It only took a week before it was all too much for him, he dived into the Black Lake, determined to give that blasted doll back to its owner, and never trouble that damned girl again.
Muggleborns were scary.
Written for October Event: Bingo – voodoo
Written for Ultimate Chocolate Frog Club: Eupraxia Mole [Incorporate Peeves into your story]