A/N: Does anyone want to hear the story of how Emma and the boys became friends? I wrote it today when I was supposed to be writing a speech for my Personal Skills class. I'll type it when I get to 15 reviews. Also, you know what made me sad? OVER 500 views and only 6 reviews. But still, I got so excited today when I saw threee newww revieewwwss! Thank you so much they made my day! Can I get some more? Please? Also, someone tell me what they want me to write next! I'll do any of the prompts, just leave the number in a review. And I have written some more rules (64 to be exact) that I'll post if you want.

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#93: I am not allowed to introduce Peeves to paintballing.

(Um. A little late, Filch. Not sorry. -Emma) haha

-PJatOgirl

pfft. SPLAT. pfft. SPLAT. pfft. RAIR! "PEEVES!" Filch's voice screeched only a few corridors away. I sniggered and kept walking away. "WHAT IS THIS?"

"Muggle smuggle, Muggle smuggle, Peeves pleased, Filch not!" Peeves singsonged, and with the last word I could hear the colorful missiles he let loose. pfft. SPLAT. pfft, pfft, pffft. SPLATSPLATSPLAT.

I walked faster. Even if it was necessary to teach Peeves one of my favorite sports, I probably should try not to lose any more points- "-FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Boggart boogies.

Filch and McGonagall stormed up to me. "Hello, Professor, Filch." I said sweetly as I could. "Have a nice day." I turned around and hurried down the hall. I had almost made it to my classroom when dear old Mrs. Norris staggered out in front of me. She was coated in various colors and looked very..ah..damaged. Filch sucked in his breath and I could tell that if he weren't a Squib he'd use all three unforgivable curses twice on me then and there.

"Jones. I know you're the one who gave Peeves that device." McGonagall said. I opened my mouth but she kept talking. "It's obviously a Muggle instrument and none of the other Muggle-borns or half bloods here are infuriating enough to show it to Peeves."

"The word you lack is paintball gun. And it is quite a brilliant invention if you ask me. I mean look, you can even use it to create art." I said, gesturing to the cat at my feet, who was swaying dangerously and looked ready to keel over. Filch leapt forward and scooped up his precious feline. He was muttering under his breath and though I couldn't hear what he was saying, I imagined him sounding a lot like Gollum, 'my pressssshhous', or more likely, thinking aloud about all the punishments he'd like me to endure.

"It is highly inappropriate to introduce Peeves to paintballing." McGonagall said, spitting out the last word. "You'll be cleaning the paint from the corridors and Mrs. Norris-" at Filch's gasp of horror, she changed her mind "-ah, the corridors, for detention. Starting at 6 o'clock tonight."

"Are you quite finished, Professor?" I asked.

"Yes."

"So no more punishments for this incident?"

"Yes." She said, exasperated and wanting to be finished.

"So I can't be punished for saying, DAMN PEEVES, HELL OF A JOB." The caretaker's face was priceless, and Peeves zoomed in. "Keep up the good work, mate." he winked at me and I winked back, then he zoomed off and McGonagall grabbed my robes and dragged me into my classroom and shoved me down in my seat. "Good day, Professor." I smirked, as she stormed off.