Umbridge was sat having her breakfast, but despite her eyes being fixed determinedly on her meal, and her refusal to look around behind her, her irritation at the entity hovering just out of her sight was obvious to anyone watching. Peeves, with his bell covered hat jingling gently, hovered a few inches off the ground behind the Defence Professor. He was stood to attention, his back rigid, his neck straight, and a surprisingly serious expression on his face. One arm was held behind his back, while the other supported a silver jug on his palm. When Umbridge made the mistake of draining her coffee cup dry, Peeves was suddenly directly in front of her, inspiring a yelp of surprise from the Professor. Maintaining eye-contact, and saying nothing, Peeves refilled her mug from the jug in his hand, until it was full to the brim. Then he grinned and said something that Harry couldn’t hear from his distance from the table, but made Umbridge scowl, before he was suddenly stood behind her again in his same formal position.