“Be good now, Potty...Weasel King...”

“Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.”

“AHA!” screamed a voice from overhead . . . Peeves was hanging upside down from a chandelier and grinning maliciously at them.“Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuurves Looooooony!”And he zoomed away, cackling and shrieking, “Potty loves Loony!”

“Leo scratched his head. “Well I dunno about Enchiladas—”“Enceladus,” Piper corrected.“Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?”“Porphyrion?” Piper asked. ”He was the giant king, I think.”

“Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.”

“Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself ... swore to myself ... that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies ... now I can't even tell one from the other.”