2:00 a.m.
The boys' washroom on the first floor of the castle.
Peeves was happily swimming back and forth in the bathtub, as if he had forgotten all the unpleasantness from the day.
"New term~ new professors~ new ideas..."
He hummed a little tune, his short legs paddling hard at the water in the tub.
The washroom floor tiles, walls, and even the ceiling had been soaked by the splashing water.
"Mad-Eye~ no eye~ no legs..."
"If Professor Moody heard that, he'd definitely be furious."
Peeves rubbed his pointed, long ears and continued humming. "Big eyeball on a wooden leg~ scarred face~ no nose..."
"Shh—someone's coming."
Peeves jumped in fright and shot out of the bathtub, floating in midair. "Who is it? Come out!"
"I'm your conscience."
He immediately burst out laughing. "Conscience? Mine? That's hilarious."
"Shh—I mean it. Someone's coming."
Peeves looked around, disbelief written all over his face. "Liar! You must be a member of the Bad Kids Alliance!"
He landed by the tub and stuck his head inside to look, then passed through each stall one by one before squeezing into the ventilation ducts.
"I don't believe I can't find you... You're hiding pretty well... It must be Wayne..."
He turned the entire washroom upside down, yet found nothing.
"I told you, I'm your conscience."
"Conscience, my arse!" Peeves cursed. "You little brat, you'd better pray I don't find you, or else—"
"Or else what?"
Peeves, floating in midair, swiftly turned around and saw a large, harmless-looking face.
"Wayne? So it was you!" He abruptly flew backward. "When did you learn to fly?"
Vincent pointed at the Flying Boots on his feet. "Didn't you watch this year's World Cup broadcast? This is my latest invention."
Peeves looked over with a face full of envy. "Tch, what's so