Toting her captured fairy with her, Norah weaved through the other students in search of a little space. Taking a moment to observe her surroundings, she noticed a lone fairy lurking on the edge of the clearing. It looked like it needed a friend. The second year tiptoed in the fairy's direction and whispered "Immobulus." She took the frozen fairy and unscrewed her jar to put it in with Rosie when in a blur of glow-y wings Rosie escaped from the jar. NOOO! "ROSIIIEEE!" she cried, trying to locate the fairy again. Siiiigh. She placed the new fairy into her now empty jar and inspected it through the glass. It was pretty, but not Rosie. Norah stared at the other fairies in search of a worthy replacement. You'd better stay in there, little fairy. Mhmmm.