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Monique Bernard 
Finally! Moniuque arrived at the tree with the glow and hoisted herself up. She then looked up the tree for the source of the light. Wait a second... was that...?
It was her WAND! This whole time that weird glow had been her wand!
Wait? Did wands always glow like that...?
Whatever. She finally found it. And that's what mattered. Happily she tightened her earmuffs and headed up the tree.
That is, until she saw something moving by the glow. They looked like little stick things. Bowtruckles. Her wand was surrounded by bowtruckles. Maybe she should have stopped to gather some of those wood lice. No matter. She would be fine. She did have a mandrake and a stick.
She climbed the tree toward the glow. She then perched herself on a branch. She carefully tied the mandrake and her cape to the stick. Then she lifted the stick complete with mandrake toward the bowtruckles. She hoped that would be enough to distract them long enough for her to retrieve her wand.
The little army of bowtruckles stands proud, ready to do whatever it takes to protect their home from any harm you may bring to it. As you continue up the tree, their little sharp hands begin slashing toward you, and a few on the front row actually come forward a few steps. It's clear that despite their size, they'll protect their tree at all costs. That is, until a moment later when they all seem to simultaneously pause, a look of sheer horror on their miniature faces. They've spotted the mandrake-stick combination and have started to retreat back a little.
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Noel Laurent Continuing to cover his face, his eyes may have been safe but his right arm was beginning to feel as if it were on fire. Standing up, swaying a bit from the pounding headache and throbbing pain in his jaw and head, he swatted and swung at the bowtruckles, thinking he just had to get out of this tree and perhaps into the water; to get away from the dangerous creatures.
It was only when the sound of little thuds and splatters nearby did he pause and uncover his face to see what was going on. What!?
Glancing behind himself, he watched as little ground things flew in the air, some hitting trees along their path and others heading straight towards him. Continuing to kick and claw his own hands at the creatures attacking him, he made his way to the end of the branch as much as he could, holding the one above him for balance. A move that opened up a whole new side of him on his left, but he needed these fairy eggs. "Immobulus!" he shouted, the tears welling up in his eyes once more as he pointed his wand towards the eggs.
Blinking hurriedly to try and get the sweat out of his eyes, he raised his wand again; just to be on the safe side that he had least got a few of the eggs. "Aresto Momentum!" Noel needed those things! Or else he was going to be sprinting out of the cave, if he ever did, with a trail of bowtruckles attacking him.
His speech on the other hand, would probably be gone by the time he made it out. It was starting to hurt too much to even breathe through his mouth.
The fairy eggs that hadn't yet crashed into anything suddenly came to an abrubt halt, and as they slowly fluttered down toward the water, they gave off the appearance that it was snowing eggs inside the dark cave. Some float directly in front of your face. Others flutter into nearby branches and some, the ones that were already close to the water, disappear into the waves. The bowtruckles, having seen the snowfall of fairy eggs, slow their assault on you considerably. Some have stopped their attacking altogether, but it's unclear whether or not their actions will continue for long if they aren't given the falling fairy eggs soon.