"Why does everyone look so grossed out?" the transfer student asked. Peeves had just made his – announcement – to the school.
"Who are you?" Ron asked. He thought he'd have noticed an orange scaly kid before now – it was May, after all.
"I'm Sir Barnaby Octopi XXVII," the young sir announced, waving around a couple of spare legs to demonstrate.
"Bloody hell," Ron exclaimed, and promptly passed out.
One more to go )