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Originally Posted by
phantomopera24 
"Thank you, thank you very much!" Faven called after the Ravenclaw Prefect.
All in a day's work, the seventh year exasperatedly thought to himself as he gave her a quick wave, his hand accidentally swiping a pixie who had been tossed from a person's cap. Oops. Was this considered to be animal abuse? Rushing over to a forest of de-capped plants, he found a diamond in the rough: a single cap that hadn't been scooped over. Nearly throwing himself on top of it to claim it, it seemed as if other pixies wanted to fight him for the sweet peppermint plant as well. Throwing an arm out and striking the pair of pixies momentarily, the looked dazed as he took off with the plant and ran, trying to decap it along the way.
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serpensortia After helping her friend, Lana was determined to get her third cap. I swear if another pixie attacks me, I'm gonna kill it! I mean, erm.. freeze it or whatever. Taking back her thought, knowing she would lose points if she had killed a creature.
She walked closer to another toadstool. She got a whiff of the peppermint smell. Ahh, that smells so good. she thought closing her eyes, breathing in the aroma.
BAD IDEA.
This time two pixies grabbed her by the ear and, once again, found herself midair. She tried freezing them but she just couldn't aim at them just right.
He had twisted off a cap and placed it into his mason jar, from whence they would go into the cardboard box, when Theodore came upon another first year in need. Did the professors really like to see the new kids struggle? Seemed like it. Although his wand was in his hand, it would have been too dangerous to try to stun them; the girl would get hit! Placing his jar in the crook of his arm, Theodore ran up and grabbed at the girl, tugging her down.
She went to the floor, and was pulled up again. She was pulled down, and then up. Was Theodore really having a tug-of-war with these little annoying, pointy-toothed buggers? Keeping one hand on her arm so she wouldn't float to the ceiling like a helium balloon, Theodore reached up to swat at the pixie near her left ear. "Just hit them, no spells!" He instructed, or they would both get stupefied into oblivion. Or transfigured into venemous tentaculas. He didn't know how crafty this kid was at spells.