"Peeves! I'll drive you out of Hogwarts! Professor Holmes will definitely... urgh..."
Douglas had only just stepped onto the stairs when he heard Filch's hoarse roar.
He was also speechless. Why had Filch thrown up the moment he mentioned his name?
Soon, a familiar smell reached him, and his face turned livid...
"Peeves, this time, no one can stop me!
You have my word as Douglas Holmes!!!"
He cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and slowly approached his office.
As he passed Professor McGonagall's office, Douglas gave it an extra, puzzled glance.
With all this commotion today, Professor McGonagall had not come out. She probably was not in her office.
When he rounded the corner, he saw a strange sight: the Weasley Twins had found a bedsheet somewhere.
Near the office door, they had used magic to turn it into something like a tent. They huddled underneath, muttering about something.
Water was still dripping from the sheet...
Filch stood beside them, soaking wet, but the Weasley brothers refused to share their sheet with him.
All three dry-heaved from time to time.
Mrs. Norris was hiding in a corner far away...
Peeves stood brazenly with his hands on his hips, holding a bucket. Every so often, he scooped out a ladleful and splashed it at the three of them.
Whether deliberately or otherwise, his aim was always just a little off. Most of it landed on Douglas's office door.
At the sight, Douglas's blood pressure shot up.
Before he could draw his wand and catch Peeves off guard, however,
Kian the House-elf appeared nearby with a shriek:
"Ah! Heavens, Peeves, what have you done!
That's something Professor Holmes specially made... you...
Stop at once!"
Peeves blinked and put on an innocent look.
"Hee-hee... what nonsense are you talking about!
How could