Peeves Needs a "Pal"

Peeves enjoyed Faolan’s form quite a bit, and so did the females around here. The Italian looking seventh year Ravenclaw was a quite a hit among the ladies, and yet he must be sickly, because he never seemed to be in class. He told the girls he had a rare terminal disease that had no magical cure. It scored him a lot of points and girls often wanted to make the most of his short life and gave him whatever it was they assumed he had gone long without. What they didn’t know, was Faolan had game.

Peeves knew it was wrong for a thousand year old poltergeist to prey on teenaged human girls, but it wasn’t like he could hurt them really. He just liked chaos, and he loved hearing questions about Faolan run amuck in the halls. Every time it seemed that Faolan had finally kicked the bucket, he had a run in with a new girl and the exploits were written in lipstick in the girl’s bathroom.

No one would ever figure it out.

He had on tight black jeans and a plain white shirt. A Ravenclaw tie was half tied around his neck and a black vest was slung sloppily over his shoulders. He knew where to go too. There was this music room right next to the women’s restroom. He had drilled a hole in the wall between the room so when he played on the piano, the noise made it into the room. He sat at the piano, playing melodies he knew would draw a female in. He was in a mood and he knew how to get what he wanted.

Humming quietly to herself, her Ancient Runes book in her arms, Millie wandered down the hallway from the classroom her book advertised. She’d been idle for most of the lesson, feeling no joy in reading the runes and understanding what was due to come in her future. She was weary of it now, impatient to get her O.W.L’s over and done with. She was also increasingly irritable with Gisele who was trying in vain to steal a few minutes of Millie’s time. Her attempts to get Millie to ‘hear her out’ were falling on deaf ears and Millie was nearing towards losing her rag with the ever persistent Gisele. For Millie, her classes were over and done with for the day. She was due to be in the Ministry early tomorrow morning and knew that bed was calling her but she was tempted to Floo from her Head of House’s office now and sleep at her dad’s. She was considering it but it would be a few hours until she could get out through there and needed to do something to bide her time. However, until then, nature called.

Millie swayed down the corridor, cuddling the book ever closer to the chest as she weaved through the mass of students hanging about in the hallways. Eventually though she made it to the bathroom and slipped in through the large double doors, moving immediately over to the sinks where she deposited her things and turned, heading for the forest green stalls. She opened the door and squeezed through the small gap she’d made, closing and bolting the door behind her. She lifted the grey school skirt up and wiggled down the pink pair of knickers she wore that had bright red, Gryffindor dots on them and sat herself down on the toilet. It was there that she heard the most glorious of melodies and it was one she allowed herself to bask in as she relieved herself. Once finished, Millie hurriedly righted her clothing and pulled the chain before bursting out of the stalls and putting her hands under the jet of water from the tap. Once finished, Millie grabbed her things and left the toilets, hurrying up the corridor to the music room where she was sure the music was coming from.

Millie lingered in the doorway, pausing to look at the person on the piano. Then, she stepped inside and let the door close behind her, only muttering, “Hi” when the echo of the door closing had resounded around the room.

Ah, now that did not take long at all. Peeves could hear water running next door and he was sure he would be getting a visit in a moment. It did not take long for the girl to investigate either. She must have hurried her way over, bless her little heart. He felt her approach and he could feel her eyes straying on him, taking in his appearance, before her words reached him. He started just a bit, his eyes widening and head turning upwards. He allowed his face to break into a humble smile, his dark rimmed eyes glancing downwards. “Hi,” he said, almost bashfully.

Boy, girls licked that stuff up.

He coughed a little, glancing back up at the girl. She was young, of course, probably fifth or sixth year. Very pretty. Great looking, really. He felt an eagerness rise in him, but Faolan’s facial muscles were attuned to working very, very carefully. “Sorry, I just have one more song, I wanted to practice. You can sit down if you’d like.” He transitioned to a simple melody, and then began playing a new song, one he knew would drive her mad.

He was good.