When the chaos begun and the pixies were set loose, Theodore had dived headfirst to the floor. The pixies were most likely to reach for those who were closest to the ceiling and being a seventh year and towering over the younger students didn't leave the odds in his favor. Crawling on all fours, he found an unharvested cap that sat on the table above and got onto his knees, quickly grabbing a cap, twisting it off, and placing it into his mason jar. One down, two to go!
It was only then that he felt a tugging at his scalp and a stream of gibberish in his ear. Looking at the reflection of himself in the greenhouse glass, he could see that a pixie had taken two clawfuls of his curly hair and was attempting to prize it off. "Shoo!" Flailing about and looking like a headbanger from the 80s, the pixie was expelled from his head and landed on the opposite wall. That had been a close one.
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Alright, two caps in the box, only one more! Faven looked down at her arms and hands, with their battle wounds from the first cap harvested. Please oh please don't let me be attacked this time as well!!! She knew that it wasn't likely that the darn pixies wouldn't bother her though. All around her her classmates were still battling the little buggers. Once again she plunged herself back in amoung the toadstools, this time more prepared to handle the pixies.
With her wand in her front pocket, Faven used her hands to clutch a smaller looking toadstool. In one swift motion she had popped her third cap off. Like clockwork, the pixies descended upon her. Faven took out her wand, and began shouting "Stupefy" and "Immobulus" at the pixies. One by one the pixies seized up and fell, and Faven reahed out for them and set them nicely down, all while shooting of the spells. Faven must look like a spectacle to the rest of the students. Running toward the box while shouting off spells will diving to save the pixies she took down. When she reached the box she dropped in her final cap. ALL DONE!! But the pixies didn't see it that way. They continued to bombard her, highly aggitated. Only a first year, Faven's spells weren't stong enough with just her to ward off all the pixies. "Help, help!" She called out. She couldn't handle them alone.
Grabbing his wand from the pocket of his trousers, Theodore heard an agitated cry from nearby. Someone, a Huffie from the looks of it, needed help! Feeling as if the prefect's badge on his chest gave him an inordinate amount of superhero bravery, Theo charged forward and cried, "Immobulus!" A few pixies, who looked as if they had been about to bite or scratch the poor girl, were rendered immobile as rock and floating in midair. Glancing at the girl, he gave a quick nod and a salute before rushing off to his next cap.