"Wands away please," the class were not looking at Umbridge as she spoke however, and were instead fixated on Peeves, who had adopted her fake simpering smile, and who managed to sync his lips perfectly to her words, "Today class, we shall be reading Chapter Three of our textbooks. There will be no need to talk," at this point, Peeves mimed a shushing motion, and then followed it up with a significantly more sinister mime of running his finger across his throat, his (or rather, Umbridge’s) threat obvious.