Trouble in paradise
Our tale begins in the Shrieking Shack. Peeves is visiting his boyfriend Peter. Peter has heard rumours of Black's escape from Azkaban and is very worried.
Peeves asked, "Why are you so worried?"
Peter muttered, "Black wants to kill me for putting him in Azkaban."
Peeves pointed out, "You did nothing wrong though. He was the one who killed 13 people not you."
Peter frowned. "About that, I lied."
Peeves gasped. "What?"
Peter told him, "It was me. I cast that spell and then turned into a rat, leaving only my finger behind."
Peeves scowled. "You're just like everyone else who thinks I'm only a no-good troublemaker. I thought you were different from the rest, Petey. Looks like I was wrong. Have fun hiding from Black. I hope he finds you. In fact I might just go tell him myself."
Peter shrieked. "No, don't!"
Peeves glared at him. "Why should I let you off the hook? You're a criminal and you framed one of your best friends after betraying another and his family. You don't deserve my pity or my help."
Peter mumbled, "You're right, but if you give away my hideout, then you're just as bad as me."
Peeves sighed. "I have no idea where Black is. So, even if I wanted to tell him where you are, I couldn't."
Peter inquired, "Are you still mad at me?""
Peeves said, "Yes, I am. I need time to forgive you for lying to me since we met."
Peter shouted, "Wait!"
It was too late. Peeves had dashed off through the wall and was whizzing away as fast as he could down the corridor.