32. Peskipiksi Pesternomi

"An infestation of pixies?" Sirius chuckled.
"Well you wouldn't be laughing if your nine-month-old was dropped from the ceiling by a pixie!" Lily snapped. Harry was now sound asleep in his bedroom, door closed, charms in place to ward off the pixies.
"Every time we get rid of one, another one pops out of nowhere. I don't know where they're hiding, we've checked everywhere. Believe me." What James wasn't saying was that they had all the time in the world to check where the pixies were hiding, if they were. Although it seemed they were able to come and go as they pleased, much like the Potter's friends. Unlike the Potters.
"I'll speak with the order, see if anyone there knows a good spell to get rid of them."

Three days later, arriving for the scheduled grocery delivery, Sirius arrived holding a box.
Lily took the bags to unpack, putting everything away in automatic mode. "What's in the box?"
Sirius grinned and pulled out a cat. "Nobody knew anything good, but Frank suggested a cat. Said he remembered one of the cats at Hogwarts having the time of its life chasing the little devils."
Lily grinned from ear to ear.