"And I told you that it was a stupid mistletoe! I don't like her anymore!" Violet yelled back, making Harry's glare turn into a surprised look.
ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ; ᴀᴅᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏʀ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ; ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ.
𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥�...
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"Draco Malfoy, the amazing, dancing ferret..."
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Going into the gates, flanked fulled with statues of winged boars and up the sweeping drive where Hogwarts came into view as the carriages moved. Lighting made Hogwarts even more clearer when Harry looked out the window even with the thick rain.
Soon enough, the carriage stopped right in front of the great oak doors, which stood at the top of a flight of steps. People who had already occupied carriages had gotten out and ran into the hall. Harry, Ron, Violet and Hermione got out of the carriage and ran up the steps, only looking up when they had reached the torch-lit entrance hall, with it's marble staircase.
"Blimey," said Ron, shaking his head like a dog sending water everywhere. "If that keeps going, the lake's going to overflow. I'm soak - ARRGH!"
A large red balloon hit Ron square on his head and exploded. Drenched and spluttering, Ron staggered sideways hitting Harry, just as a second balloon fell - narrowly missing Hermione as Violet also staggered into Hermione to avoid getting hit, but it had burst at Harry's feet.
People had started screeching and pushing people out of the way to get out of the line of fire. Harry looked up, seeing up about twenty-feet in the air, Peeves the Poltergeist was the culprit.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
It was Professor McGonagall, who had come dashing towards from the Great Hall, and skidded on the wet floor as she grabbed Violet from the neck to help her from falling.
"Ouch - sorry, Miss Berri -" "That's all right, Professor!" Violet gasped, rubbing her neck and throat for comfort.
"Peeves, get down here NOW!" barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upwards with her square-rimmed glasses.
"Not doing nothing!" cackled Peeves, lobbing a water balloon towards a group of fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall. "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeee!" And he aimed another bomb at a group of second-years, which included Aubrie, who had just arrived.
