This was insane and completely out of hand. Shouldn't there be a teacher somewhere helping contain this situation?

Elsa's eyes focused on the nearly empty cage - except for a couple of stupefied pixies - at the same time a girl she did not know (Junia) came to her aid with the whole don't-poke-the-pixies situation and told her they should be trying to use the immobilus spell on the darn things. Of course, how could not have remembered that, they learned that last year!

But before Elsa could even drawn her wand from her robes, the little pixies were coming back to life with hectic laughter. A couple grabbed the hem of her robes and were tugging her down, making it hard for her to reach into her pocket.

She heard her name being called over the confusion by a familiar voice: "Jace!!" she called back as her head snapped in his direction.

He flicked the pixies off of her and she sighed in relief at him "Thank you!" there was no time for a chat, this was a battlefield - sort of. Following his example she pointed her wand at some of the pixies and exclaimed "IMMOBULUS" watching with a grin as her spell worked it's charm then she heard hysterical laughter coming from where she had been just a few minutes, from the boy who had been kneeling on the floor, she re-aimed her want and... let her arm drop. She couldn't see the pixies, just the contorting boy on the floor, laughing so hard his was getting red in the face. How Gryffindor or him, Elsa thought.


"Shake them off!!" she exclaimed in shock when she understood that the pixies were inside his clothes. She bit her lip, diving in for his left arm and grabbed it near his shoulder with both her hands, sort of squeezing the pixies out of his sleeves. It sure wasn't pleasant, but she hoped it was effective.