Once the attack was over, all Junia could really do was blink, hand absently moving to her hair to smooth it down. Her head hurt in places where the pixies had tugged her brown locks and she was sure she'd be getting a headache after this incident. Seriously, pixies were infuriating.

"Bit sore, professor." At least her clothes hadn't been torn. Bright side, maybe? As for how they got loose, well..."That boy was doing some strange dance and he nearly knocked me down, only I moved out of the way and hit the house elf on accident and then, well, that ghost that's always with Peeves did it!" Yes, her. The one that was always giggling. Normally it was a pleasant sound but not when she did it, that was for sure.

The second year took a moment and then gingerly started grabbing pixies and placing them in the cage, a look of disgust on her face. This was not her favorite day.