Extract from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

By J.K. Rowling

They didn’t meet anyone else until they reached the staircase up to the third floor. Peeves was bobbing halfway up, loosening the carpet so that people would trip.

‘Who’s there?’ he said suddenly as they climbed towards him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. ‘Know you’re there, even if I can’t see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?’

He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.

‘Should call Filch, I should, if something’s a-creeping around unseen.’

Harry had a sudden idea.

‘Peeves,’ he said, in a hoarse whisper, ‘the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible.’

Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs.

‘So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr Baron, sir,’ he said greasily. ‘My mistake, my mistake – I didn’t see you – of course I didn’t, you’re invisible – forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir.’

‘I have business here, Peeves,’ croaked Harry. ‘Stay away from this place tonight.’

‘I will, sir, I most certainly will,’ said Peeves, rising up in the air again. ‘Hope your business goes well, Baron, I’ll not bother you.’

And he scooted off.


Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

By J.K. Rowling