What an interesting question. Who was Peeves before he died? He could have been anything, truthfully. Wild ideas of Peeves life when he was living ran through Saxon’s head and to the outside world, it would have probably appeared as though someone had used the body-bind curse on him but really, his head was just spinning wild fantasies of Peeves being a pirate, no – a treasure hunter… no! A murderer on the run! NO! A king!! NO!!!!! That was it.
His eyes lighting up like a thousand figurative candles, Saxon slammed his hands on the table, “He was an elephant!”
Wait no that’s not what he was trying to say. Sometimes Saxon wished he thought before he spoke. But this could be fixed easily.
“No, wait, hang on. He was an elephant person in the circus!” You know, those people Saxon had read about in the papers where they trained elephants to do tricks and stuff. What were they called? “A circus person… that trained elephants… erm… an elephant man. I think.”
He was so caught up in answering her first question he completely forgot about her second.
His eyes lighting up like a thousand figurative candles, Saxon slammed his hands on the table, “He was an elephant!”
Wait no that’s not what he was trying to say. Sometimes Saxon wished he thought before he spoke. But this could be fixed easily.
“No, wait, hang on. He was an elephant person in the circus!” You know, those people Saxon had read about in the papers where they trained elephants to do tricks and stuff. What were they called? “A circus person… that trained elephants… erm… an elephant man. I think.”
He was so caught up in answering her first question he completely forgot about her second.