In which Peeves is truly frustrating.
“Hey Gin, hows the shop going?” Charlie walked into the living room and slumped into his father’s favourite arm chair.
“Dead standstill,” She murmured without looking up. “Can’t seem to find a reason for the hero to come in and purchase any books.” she closed her laptop with a soft ‘click’. Ginny was a writer, and her Uni classes were forever the bane of her creative existence; or so she said. She took a glance at Charlie.
“Oh. What did Peeves do now? Bloody prick…” she mumbled the last bit.
Everyone knew that Charlie was in a perpetually tormented relationship with a man called Jared Peeves. He was forever putting the breaks on or starting endless arguments over nothing, disappearing for weeks at a time, only to come back guilting and cajoling Charlie into accepting him again
Unfortunately it was painfully obvious that the man was silly in love with her brother, or Ginny would have had a few choice words with him a year or so back. But no one dared tell Charlie. Peeves was a dangerous specimen. Still,it was tempting at times like this.
“Nothing, he’s just holed up in the studio again. Has been for a week. I’ve nothing to do.”
Ginny hid her amusement. If only Charlie knew what Peeves was up to in there…
A Note: This was written purely for amusement purposes, and thus far has five and a half chapters.