Going...going...gone.

It seemed he might have had a bit of luck for his first shot since the gnome was gone from his grasp and not anywhere else to be found. Good riddance and hopefully he would not be back anytime soon. Now he just needed to move on to another Gryffindor-tagged gnome so he could help his house the best he could.

He looked around for the nearest gnomes not about to get mixed up in anyone else's grabbing of one of the pests. Just narrowly avoiding a younger running student, Hufflepuff by the patch on his robes, Gideon headed towards another of his own. Yep...there was a Gryffindor one indeed. Now for the grab. The seventh year moved tentatively closer before grabbing for the nearest limb. After the first one, he was weary of trying for anything near the gnome's head.