Bria McLellan did not actually exist. If you asked, her last name would change every time, she was typically Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. She had an annoying nasally voice but this look of innocence that usually got her out of trouble. Typically, it was an accident anyway, and she had not meant any harm, so she was allowed to scamper off.
Little did they know, Peeves no longer felt awkward taking on the form of the thirteen year old girl simply because she was so effective. Take today for instance. He had seen a few students helping the professor take some jars to the potions store, balancing heavy jars and Peeves had wanted to join the fun in a more subtle way.
So Bria came in and asked to help. Then she received her jar full of some sort of slimy substance and she had hurried after the other kids so she would not be left behind. But in the middle of the group, she had slipped, shrieking and fell down. The jar broke, sending the slimy substance everywhere. Sneakers squeaked and skidded across the liquid as others fell, dropping their own jars and making more fall down. Bria remained on the ground, her head close to the ground, a strange light shining through her eyes that seemed otherworldly. Someone asked her what her problem was and she looked up, resembling a normal little girl, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
by Peeves Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:04 am