"Yes, Headmaster," Hannah said woefully, for she was drenched head to toe, having been used as ballast by another student looking to avoid Peeve's giddy procurement of Filch's freshly filled scrub buckets, and landed herself directly under the worst of the shower. "Peeves managed to get ahold of Mr. Filch's supplies." She didn't dare look up even when a loud raspberry sounded from above; if Peeves had more soapy water Hannah didn't want it in her eyes.
And of course, there was not enough time left in break to get back to her basement common room, change into dry clothes, and get all the way up to the seventh floor Astronomy classroom without being five minutes late. Professor Sinistra was not harsh by this year's standards, but Hannah had the distinct feeling that she was continually confused about how the Hufflepuff had managed to do well enough in her practical O.W.L. to continue on with the subject. "Sir, you wouldn't write me a note to be five minutes late to Astronomy so that I could change, would you?" It felt ridiculous to even ask, but surely - surely - Peeves had been a staple at Hogwarts long enough for Snape to have been the student subject of his amusement at least once.