I'm Just a Victim, Really

Peeves recognized the patterns of the castle, of the probability of where one type of student would be at a certain time. So he knew that during this particular break, there was a high likelihood that there would be a girl or two in the bathroom. And he had had his fill of his usual type of pranking today- he had already been yelled at by three separate professors, so he wanted a different type of trouble.

Peeves floated to the ground and concentrated on morphing into his other form, Faolan. His frame shrunk to be a scrawny, tall guy. His nose grew, his hair darkened, slicked back and he conjured new clothes. He went invisible and changed into said clothes- black skinny jeans, a tight v-neck shirt, the stuff that the girls really fell for.

He thought for a second and tried to figure out what would get the girl the most and then grinned. He floated into the air and then rotated so he was upside down, hanging by an ankle. He waited until he heard the sink running and he began to struggle, grabbing at his ankle. Naturally the girl would assume he was the victim of a cruel prank. He began to step into character, taking on a tragically determined expression.

Sam backed slowly out of the girl's bathroom, a mixed expression sitting on his face as he considered what he'd just done.

How he'd managed to find an empty bathroom, he honestly didn't know, and why he'd gone in there... well that was another story, but what really mattered was that he was getting out of the bathroom, and fast.

As the door clicked shut, Sam released a pent up sigh, and let his stance slump a little, the relief that was fast filling him showing on his face. A quick chuckle with a shake of his head Sam turned around and found himself face to face... or face to stomach, with a tall, lanky teenage boy.

"Holy," he shouted, uttering a few more choice words as he clutched at his chest. "Who the hell are you... and why are you here? And what the hell are you doing?" He shouted, his face starting to glow crimson.