Paul was irked to see that Daxton had brought some earmuffs only because he WANTED the sound to get to him. Hmph. He had half a mind to summon them to himself and put them over his OWN ears------weren't those HIS earmuffs?!?!?! They looked VERY FAMILIAR.

*SQUINTS*

Paul gave his wand a quick wave and silenced the screechsnaps. "Well, Daxton, m'boy, it's your job to repot them. Whatever YOU did to them has me not able to shrink them down back to normal SIZE." He must have added multiple potions or something. "SO...you have to dig them out--if they don't dig themselves out, mind you--and somehow get them to stay long enough in their pots over there--" he nodded at the empty, larger pots. "And fill them with soil. It'll be a smidge tough without magic." Paul cleared his throat. "Well--GET TO IT!" he waved his wand once more, and the screechsnaps were, well, SCREECHING again.

The screechsnap who was close to coming loose from his pot had finally shifted all of the soil from atop his roots. He (or she? who knew, really) stepped out of the pot and gave a loooouuuuuud wail as it began to march right for Paul and Daxton, its leaves flailing in their direction. The wails of this one caused the others to start wailing, too, and they all began to try to wriggle free of their pots.

Another one came loose, but this one lay on the floor, wailing in discomfort, kicking its roots in the air.