ASDFASDGFHGH!!!

He peels his face away from this squiggly purplies and doesnt know how he could nurse his head and keep these things down. But any throbbing pain he had felt gets ignored quickly when he turns his head and realizes...

--- that evil bouncing potted bulb was going to fall off!!

He quickly scampered after it, reaching out and catching it in mid-air as it rolled off the edge. He breathes an audible sigh of relief as he cradled the wriggling potted rascal in his hands but that when he looked up he nearly screamed--

-- the rest of those rowdy bouncing bulbs has gotten out of their harness!!

Sheer sense of panic gripped him as the purple menace started to scamper all over the greenhouse. He has to do something before any of them breaks their pots, escapes the greenhouse or worse-- starts bouncing and coming after him!

Whipping out his wand he urgently hollered "Immobulus!" towards the general area of the bouncing bulbs....

... they stopped as if frozen in time.

He rushed forward to look at the potted fiends. They seemed alright. Quickly he collected the rest of the wayward potted bulbs and placed them back onto that table and re-secured the harness before the spell wears off. It was only then that he saw the spray bottle he dropped onto the table. Merlin the trouble he went through just to get a bit of that mixture onto these things! Hurriedly he sprayed the netting and the purple bulbs in broad-strokes, hoping that the mixture will just manage to drip its way down to these plants.

When he was done he stepped back and reached out for his head. That spot where the potted bulb jumped onto was really starting to sting. Grumpily he turned his heels and exited the greenhouses, he has to get someone to look at his head.