The high-pitched laughter came from behind him, and then sounded as if it were in front on him. He turned his attention not toward the sounds they deliberately made, but toward the sounds of the leaves and bushes also their wings if fluttering in mass might be a better indicator of their whereabouts or whether or not they were moving away.

Counselour! "Coom out, coom out where ever you are." He sang almost cooingly toward a buzzing chiming bush. His book did mention that he could use coercion. Or that's how he was taking the fairy's susceptibility toward flattery. A group of fairies sensing the wizard boy drawing closer and closer eventually gave in to the want of fleeing and zipped past the befreckled ape-ish face.

"Oppugno!" He said casting upon his jar and sending it careening after the little bodies.