Dylan grabbed the gnome by its feet and lifted it up. This one was a bit more fiesty this time, and it swung at him like mad. "Oi!" Dylan cried, tightening his grip on the gnome's legs. "Be nice-" he began to say, but he then yelped loudly as the gnome swung at him with all its might and bit his wrist. The third year let go immidiately and bit his lip, pulling down his sleeve to see if it was bad at all. It was just a little scratch was all. He let out a frustrated sigh as he wiped off the little bit of blood. He then ran off to find a new gnome, which wasn't too hard. He found one right away and knocked it over, grabbing it as soon as he could. "Please be a nice gnome..." he thought to himself as he prepared himself to begin spinning.