The gnome in the tall grass was much more worried about a pack of noisy Gryffindors and didn't even sense Mo creeping up on it, so when Mo grabbed it by the ankle and hoisted it in the air, the poor thing was completely surprised. He almost felt bad about it, honestly, but the fact that he was still trying not to get bitten continued to smooth over that emotion.

"Better luck in the next field, bud," Mo muttered as he stepped out into an open spot and spun in place. He was smarter about it this time, keeping a fixed eye on the horizon so that only the gnome got dizzy, rather than both of them, and then he released the creature to let it sail up and over the fence.

And he was so glad to be done with this task. He'd prefer not to be bitten today, thanks.