Scurrying over the eggs, Peyton knelt beside the small bunch, feeling the warmth they radiated, and stretching her gloves to make sure they were securely on. And then she flicked her wand, remembering the wand movement and said, "Immobulus!"

Happy with her work, she picked up the eggs, carefully balanced them on her gloved hands - thank goodness they reached up to her elbows - and walked over to where she had left her bag and the jar.

On her way, Peyton wore a dreamy smile, already getting ideas of doing this at home for kicks. Heheheheeeee.