Oh great Pixies!

Harlow rubbed her hands together and steeled herself for battle. Pixies seemed to really not like her and she could only hit them so hard. She sidestepped students, pixies and toadstools to make her way back over to her bench.

Something yanked her hard from behind and she stumbled back. Her arms pinwheeled to break her fall, but she found herself being lifted off the ground as two pixies grabbed hold of her robes and wee airborne.

"LET ME GO!" She knew she was tiny but the pixies didn't have to make fun of her by flying her around the room like a rag doll.

She tried to twist around to whack them with her wand but her arms just weren't long enough, and she didn't know how to stun or freeze. They didn't take about that in Witch Weekly Top Hair Dos of the 19th century. "Help! Help!" she shouted at anyone.