Flustered and disoriented, Holly could only respond with a scoff and a sneeze that turned her blonde hair bright green. She still had little clue why Peeves had anything to do with why Miss Lestrange was in her bed—at least until her blurry eyes cleared enough for her to realize they were floating!

"Ugh, I hate Peeves. Such a nasty old spirit, that one," she grumbled, trying to smooth out her nightgown and sheets.

"You wouldn't happen to know a spell that could, you know, get us down?" she questioned, leaning to peek over the mattress' edge.