So...it seemed these pixies were pretty protective of their toadstools, as within minutes chaos reigned in the greenhouses. Spike ducked down, and crawled along to an area where there seemed to be fewer people.

The pixies would ignore him then, right?

Wrong.

Before he could as much as mutter a word, a pixie had found it's way into the mass of curls atop Spike's head. He shook his head fast, but apparently the pixie liked this ride, and wasn't about to let go in a hurry. Spike frowned. He was not about to aim his wand into his curls, as who knew what might happen. Amongst everything else going on, Spike was sure Professor Bentley didn't need his hair on fire. Instead he shrugged, and let the thing stay there, gritting his teeth against the tugs of curls he kept feeling.

Now, toadstools. He moved towards the nearest one, and went to stupefy the pixie sat upon it when another tug of his hair turned his attention to his left. There Indy was stood, looking pleased with herself and oblivious to the pixie flying behind her. There it was looking at her long hair with a look of glee. Spike's eyes widened, he knew how much Indy care for her golden locks.

"Indy, look out!" he cried, heading towards her.