Regaining her bearings, the Slytherin jumped when yet another set of teeth sunk into her leg. Okay. OUCH. That hurt! She needed to be more alert obviously. Unlike the last one, this gnome was smart enough to bite and flee the scene of the crime. It wasn’t long until she spotted her next victim, as it rushed toward her with a stupid smile plastered on its ugly face.

Lifting her foot, the bottom of her shoe connected with it, an echoing laughter coming from the tiny creature. Dude, you just got a kick on the face, and you’re laughing? Beverly shook her head, though she could have been grinning a tiny bit out of amusement. If she had, it was gone the minute she brandished her wand out.

“Impedimenta!”

Gotcha!

Running, she grabbed the gnome by its feet and held it away from her just in case the spell wore off. No more biting her, or she’ll start swinging.