Since the students were all heading back to their dormitories under the prefects' guidance, Brian made it to the landing above the Hogwarts Library without a hitch after thanking Dobby. Dobby had not come along, because he still had to finish cleaning up the Great Hall. This was working time for the house-elves, and a house-elf who placed great importance on the spirit of a contract could not violate his contract by slacking off on the job.
When Brian saw Peeves floating belly-up in midair, endlessly shedding lemon-juice tears like a backstroking fish drifting slowly across the water in an aquarium's special exhibition area (it was worth mentioning that Peeves could not actually cry, of course; he had merely tied two balloons filled with lemon juice beside his eyes, and he had stolen that lemon juice from the house-elves), from his mouth
suddenly came Dolores Umbridge's signature oily voice. "What a secluded spot, and quite comfortable too. Lovely. Living in your mouth is lovely, Peeves. As long as I hide here, no one will come at me with a sword, will they?
"Mmm, all that running has worn me out. I'll sleep-snore-for a bit-snore-" After hearing her mutter to herself,
Brian suddenly remembered an Eastern friend of his who loved working out and showing off his muscles. After losing a thousand pounds in an arm-wrestling competition to a "monster who said he never exercised and looked scrawny, but was actually a muscle demon," his friend had pounded the table in bitter regret. "I'm an idiot. I really am an idiot! I forgot what our ancestors said.
"Seeing isn't necessarily believing, and hearing doesn't necessarily mean it's true-my money-I'll have to mooch other people's protein powder this month-"
Seeing his friend's grief-stricken face and his air of "you might as well