....okay eww? This would be a great time to conjure one of the hairnets and put them on before some of the woodlice would take refuge and turn into hairlice. No, Louisa did not care about bowtruckles or those freaking out, she was highly conscious of the fact that she had a lovely long dark and thick enough hair instead. And she needed to protect the hair. Quickly throwing whatever she had gathered, like Williamson and Elwood instructed, and wrapped her hair into a tight bun up on her head, and bent down using one of the wooden sticks to hold it up there tight and steady - emergency girly issue resolved.

Moving on...

Louisa took her wand out and very confidently waved it at the bucket that held the -shudder- woodlice, levitating some and with one sharp motion with the wand, they were shot toward the treeline hopefully without smacking into someone on their way over there. The seventh year repeated the process again, bending down and gathering her sticks as she worked this time. And slowly walking closer to the professors where all the sticks were supposed to be gathered. She was more focusing on the levitating-shooting-woodlice though... which were now literally flying everywhere thanks to a bunch of others levitating them. EWWWWW!

With a screwed up face, the girl threw her sticks onto the pile and squatted down. She was NOT going to stand when there were third years using the levitation spell on WOODLICE. Nope. Not a chance. From where she positions herself, she went on with the work... a bit with difficulty now that she was barely seeing anything from higher than two feet. Heh.