Peeves was easily spotted on their arrival. He had stolen the desk at the very front of the class, positioning it directly next to Umbridge’s, and had adopted a pose that exactly mirrored that of the Professor. He had also somehow managed to source a vibrant pink beret (that Harry was sure was one of Umbridge’s own). Glancing at the Defence Professor with interest, Harry had to disguise his bark of laughter as a coughing fit. The pink beret was most certainly Umbridge’s, as perched upon her slicked back hair was Peeves’ familiar orange hat, complete with a golden bell that jingled gently with every movement of her head. Judging by the fixed smile on her face, the swap had not been a voluntary one.