Facts proved it.
When you held the truth in your hand.
Even a prankster spirit would start reasoning with you.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared you. I deeply repent." Peeves realized he could not escape at all and immediately caved, begging for mercy.
"Who's the little bad seed?"
Ian raised his wand, glaring furiously.
"Me. It's me, the utterly wicked Peeves." Now sporting an afro, Peeves was exceptionally well-behaved.
"I've always had a mild temperament. You were the one who ambushed me first."
Ian grabbed Peeves by the collar and lifted him up. Though Ian was not especially tall yet, he was still a little taller than Peeves.
"If I find out you went to the professors and maliciously slandered me, I'll hang you in the Great Hall and burn you twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."
"Whenever there's a leap year, I'll even give you one day off. That alone proves how kind-hearted I am!" Ian's righteous threat left Peeves on the verge of tears.
"I understand. I won't tell on you. I definitely won't tell anyone." Peeves had never been a good student, but that did not mean he had never seen what one was supposed to look like.
"Very good. I hope we can both be honest and trustworthy." Ian nodded and lowered his wand. The suspicion in his heart had now been completely confirmed.
The boundaries between the living and the dead, even between humans and spirits, did not seem to work on him. Perhaps it had something to do with his privilege of freely entering and leaving the Misty Illusion.
Compared to the Personal Panel.
This bizarre privilege clearly held many mysteries he had yet to uncover.
"Can you let me go now? I promise I'll never dare