Hermione Granger crept quietly alon

Hermione Granger crept quietly along the dark deserted corridor. In her arms she carried a fluffy pink towel and her small wash bag. Hearing a cackling laugh approaching from the far end of the hallway Hermione darted into a small recess behind a suit of armour and pressed herself against the cold stone of the wall, deep in the shadow.

She held her breath as she saw Peeves, the mischievous poltergeist of Hogwarts, zoom past her hiding place, flying upside down and cackling manically. Hermione waited a couple of seconds after his laughter had faded to be sure that the corridor was once again empty, and also to allow her heart rate to slow back down as it had been hammering so hard against her ribcage a moment before she was surprised Peeves hadn't heard it.