Post #7
 

This time she was ready. When an ugly potato-face approached her, Beverly raised her foot, making sure it had enough momentum to stop the gnome. She'd spotted it from the corner of her eyes. The silly thing thought it'd get away sneaking about. TOO BAD. Her brother was an Auror, she was bound to learn something from him. This gnome probably sensed what was going around and tried dodging her foot, while it ran in place. No way!

Several things happened at once. Beverly aimed her wand at her captive and cast, "Stupefy!" but she did not notice another gnome running between her legs, distracting her aim just as a jet of light flew out of the tip of her wand. Watching her line of fire, she froze.

"Cutty, watch out!"

10
 

There was a little time left. Enough time to capture one more gnome? Possibly. But meh. Zander was done for the day. He just needed a nice long shower. And some disinfectant wipes. And some cookies. Annnyways, that was enough gnome hunting for the day. So Zander collected his belongings and made his way towards the professor. "Nice lesson Professor!" But was it really a lesson? Was it reeeeaaalllyyyyy? They hadn't really learned much of anything to be honest. There was just a lot of hunting and throwing and biting.

But OOOH A REWARD?! Don't mind if I do. Zander waited for permission and then stuck his hand into the bag to pull out-- A SHINY COIN! Eh, that was kind of a let down. Doesn't look like a coin worth any real value. But it was the thought that counts? Culloden just gave them a lecture on being careful with instructions, and 'Flail'steed just flailed about and danced, but THEY GOT A COIN in this class. So that was enough.

Post 7
 

Jun wrestled with the gnome a bit before getting to his feet and spinning it around. This better be the last gnome he has to throw over. If he even manages that. Which he better to get a prize and never have to look at another gnome again. Not even at their next lesson or next terms. One lesson with them was enough to satisfy the boy forever. Reasons to not live in the wizarding world. But he probably won't have a proper home until he retired so lots of time to think of that.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Jun let the gnome and and watched it fly away again. Please, PLEASE GO OVER THE FENCE! He thought, slowly watching as the gnome descended and land right by the gate. ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Jun ran as fast as he could to stop the gnome from getting back up. "Stupefy!" he casted at the mobile potato as it began getting up.

You need to go.

Post 3
 

Focusing on the barrage of defensive taters headed in his direction, Cutty stuck out his foot and sent out another "Stupefy!" toward the on-comming gnomes. He got about as far as lifting his wand toward another gnome, when when of the little punks got past and managed to sink it's eager teeth into his pant leg. "Petrificus ToHHHH...!" The sting of the bite was not what caused him to pause, however. It merely brought him forward enough for the spell casted by Wayne's wand to hit him.

He looked a tiny bit surprised before going out, collapsing to the ground and causing much triumphant gibberings and sounds from his gnome attackers. They figured they must've gotten him and were starting to hail the one who'd bit Cutty's leg as their big Kahuna.

Post 7
 

Post #8
 

Dodge, you idiot! was what Beverly Wayne wanted to yell, but that would attract attention and--

Cutty Mordaunt was out.

Running to his side, she jabbed him with her wand. Did she...Did she really just put down one of the most cunning snakes she knows? Beverly wasn't sure whether to be proud or...was she supposed to act like the concerned friend? It wasn't that bad of spell? Not like she jinxed him. She poked him again.

"Mordaunt," she whispered, going back to surnaming him. Right. She needed to revive him. "Rennervate!" Poke, poke, poke. "Are you back? Was my spell too strong?" she wondered out loud.

Five seconds. If he didn't wake in five seconds she'd...oh, look, a gnome was biting his foot.

Post 8
 

The gnome stayed down for a few seconds more as Jun got to it. Grabbing it's feet again, Jun spun, a bit too quick. He was completely off balance now but managed to let the gnome go before hitting the floor. The sky spun above him, but Jun heard a thud and looked towards where the sound was coming from.

SUCCESS!

That pesky potato went over the fence and he has finished the activity. Giving himself a few more minutes, Jun slowly got up and held onto the fence. Yeah, he was still woozy. Shaking his head, he kept hold of the fence and made his way towards the gate. "Good class, professor. Let's not do that again," he said, standing up straight and sighing.

It was finally food/nap time.

Post 8
 

Post 4: We see you Caleb, comparing Cutty to gnomes. XD
 

Through her pokings and prodings, Cutty remained motionless. Nothing but the steady breaths and peaceful look of one who was sleeping. It was her cast that awoke him with an abrupt opening of the eyes. As he adjusted them to the light the figure of one, Beverly Wayne came into focus and his grip tightened quite intensely around the hilt of his wand. "Ow!" He hissed out impatiently, which was followed by a "Confundus!" toward the offensive little dolt gnawing on his foot. It seemed to have found the ankle where nothing but sock separated Cutty's skin from it's sharp little teeth.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing, Wayne." He said with something of a snarl. He was all butt-hurt or whatever. He got himself up and dusted himself off, then promptly turned into the Slytherin Ice Prince that most males of the house have buried deep (or not so deep) inside of them. He held out his forearm and used it to aim his wand at big kahuna gnome. "Petrificus Totalus!" Once taken under by his spell, Cutty moved over to the creature, lifted it by it's legs and spun with it in the air until he was sure the trajectory would be worth it. Sayonara, Sucker!

Post #9
 

For a moment there her arm jerked and almost pointed her wand at Cutty. One does NOT move that fast after being Stupefied and cast out of nowhere near a Wayne. That was just plain dangerous and stupid. Luckily, Beverly caught that the spell was directed at a large potato head.

Was he angry?

Pffft! "Whatever happened to staying vigilant?" she shot back, though she was smirking. Beverly came to the conclusion her little accident had wounded the Slytherin's pride. But he was up and shooting spells. Yes, Cutty Mordaunt, let out your feelings on those little potato savages.

Eeek! And she should be more aware of these gnomes. Just in time Beverly managed to raise her wand and cast, "Impedimenta!" slowing down her prey's progress, then proceeded to tumbling it over, and grabbed it by it's ankles, and spun.

Another loser over the fence. Bye, bye!

Post 5
 

"Whatever happened to not firing at someone whilst their back is turned at you?" As the weight of his own words sunk into Cutty's mind, a smile became clear and present and realizing just what he was implying he was no longer disturbed by the incident. Yes. That was the way to do it. The proper way.

He stepped into the area where some of the gnomes he'd previously casted upon were still laying out of their soft heads. He picked one up by the ankle as directed and spun with it until it went flying over into the yonder.

Post #10
 

"Whatever happened to ducking when someone yells at you to watch out?" Just like that, it became a little game of sorts to Beverly. Who could come up with the most 'Whatever happened to.' Besides, it hadn't been as if she purposely wanted her spell to hit him. She DID warn him. If she HAD, it had been a much better spell than the Stunning one.

She definitely would never understand boys, though. Mordaunt was smiling. Okay. Whatever, she'd check out a book about boy's behavior on her free time. Gnome tossing was happening right now and, oh, look! Cutty had already knocked some of them out for her. Picking one of them up by it's ankles, she began to spin.

Post 6
 

It was such a very good thing that Cutty was all potioned up this year and taking Healer prescribed doses of an impulse control potion, because it was enabling him to control himself. Stop himself from Accio'ing the gnome from Beverly and getting all territorial about them. Nor! Nor, Beverly Wayne! Those are MY gnomes! I KO'ed 'em.

Cutty watched as she assumed his gnomes. Just took them. Plucked them up from the ground as if they were ugly, ugly berries and tossed them into oblivion. That was telling somehow. Bev was that kind of girl. Boys did things for her, didn't they? And she didn't think he would? Else why would she have made him swear an oath to do her one? Interesting.

He calmed himself and still keeping an eye on her held out his foot to cease the momentum of yet another attacker which bit ferociously at the bottom of his shoe. "Well, whatever happened to taking aim?" He fired his wand at another nearby gnome. "Stupefy!". Which was followed by a, "Rictusempra!" fired at the one working on his shoe soles.

Would Wayne take over that one as well?

Post #11
 

Glancing at him with gleaming eyes of amusement, she couldn't help the next smirk that lifted the corner of her mouth. He had not reacted to her taking one of his gnomes. Now, did this mean that Cutty Mordaunt didn't mind sharing with her? They were housemates, so he shouldn't.

Oh. That was a good one. Pulling her braid forward over her shoulder to make sure it was still in tact, she squinted at him. "Whatever happened to sharp senses?" They were known for self-preservation. Senses SHOULD be as sharp as a needle, no?

Eyeing him some, and the gnome he just shot at, Beverly tossed her hair behind her shoulder, and kicked at a potato-head she had spied in the bushes - ignoring Cutty's as if it wasn't worth it. Unfortunately, the thing decided to come back at her. She raised her wand.

"Stupefy!"

Post 7: Last one
 

With his middle finger and thumb, Cutty lifted the rather large gnome upwards and watched it laughing uncontrollably. The shrill little sound paired with it's mad wiggling should've creeped him out, but he was too busy watching Wayne's reactions.

Ah, now. The T-rex doesn't want to be fed, it wants to hunt.

Feeling satisfied with this deduction, he spun and spun and spun until the little creature grew smaller and smaller and it's laughter grew fainter and fainter until it was but a spec against the backdrop having landed somewhere off in the distance.

Though Javy watched every student, most of the accidental incidents among the others were taken care of before he could. This one however.. He didn't even need to bother about her expertise. Hopping off he went right up to the flailing student who had unwisely chosen to stuff a Gnome inside her clothes. Whether it was her attempt to throw/keep as many as possible, he didn't dare or care to know. Gnomes bit whatever exposed skin happened to be in their way.

"Miss Kettleburn, try to remain still so I can stop the biting and pain." Grabbing hold of her whether she continued flailing or not, he took his wand using the tip to outline the ugly bulge outlined over her shirt before zapping a quick freeze spell on the Gnome through the shirt.. making it drop from underneath. Quickly releasing her, Javy scouted for an escort.. ah. "Mr. Tempus, since you looked so concerned with her, please escort Miss Kettleburn over to Healer Tillstorm so she can check and heal the wounds." For obvious reasons Javy wasn't doing the wound checking.

After dealing with that, Javy turned to the rest who were still around and working. "Alright class, that'll do for today. Stop whatever you're doing and return the borrowed gloves on your way out." As for the leftover Gnomes still roaming around, he'll deal with them.