Challenge: Peeves
Word Count: 100
Severus was peacefully asleep when he felt a tug on his leg. Before he could so much as inhale, let alone deploy his wand, something had dragged him out of bed, wrapped him mummy-style in the ancient paisley shawl draped over his favorite armchair, and transported him out the window with a jangle of untuned bells.
“Snapey-wapey, floaty-woaty - “ Peeves snickered in unholy glee as he guided Severus through the window of the Great Hall toward the huge Christmas tree by the Head Table. “Let's see how you like being all tied up in a nice red bow!”