Chapter 1
"Nardia! Where's my lemonade? I'm thirsty!" A tiny pixie with pigtails hurried across the threshold carrying a small glass. "Coming Miss!" She squeaked as she entered a miniscule doorway cloaked by rose petals. "It's about time too, I've been waiting nearly 15 minutes. What took you?" asked the angry pixie. "Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry, but I was caught up. Gardenia and Polintha had me clean their wings," Nardia replied sheepishly. "Yes, well, I'll have a word with them. Where's Gordy?" "Oh, didn't you hear Madam? He's been sentenced to flower labor," Nardia said feeling somewhat important that an Eldwin relied on her for information. "Gathering pollen again? What did he do this time?" She asked sipping her lemonade. "Weellll..." Nardia said, taking a long pause as if the next part was extremely crucial and vital gossip, "I heard that he was SEEN!" The Eldwin squeaked with delight. "Oh he'll be collecting pollen for weeks then! And that means, without him around, there's no one to mess up the plan!" "Yes ma'am. So we are carrying out with it then? We're going to...well..." Nardia began but was answered by the excited nods of the Eldwin. "Gather the others 'Dia, I wish to announce our plan and discuss the procedure with the council." "Yes ma'am."
"Miss, they're all gathered in the common," Nardia called to the Eldwin. "Oh 'Dia, you've been my 'servant' pixie for almost a year now. Just call me by my name. All this ma'am business was for when I didn't respect you. Times have changed," the obviously more important pixie replied, as she struggled to polish her wings herself. "Oh, um...yes ma'am, I mean Neeble...here let me get that for you," Nardia said taking the polish from Neeble. "I'm looking forward to working on this project, aren't you Dia? Who knew that Dumbledore himself, would ask us, US, to help him with something?" Neeble asked excitedly, flitting over to the door, before Nardia could finish cleaning her wings. Nardia just nodded as she hurried over and pulled the rose pedal back. Neeble disappeared into the darkness behind it.
"Here ye, here ye! Eldwin Neeble and Eldwin Lillia approach!" A messenger yelled as a crowd roared with applause. Two figures were seen entering the balcony that overlooked the common. Neeble, in front, looked as if she were the most important pixie in the entire village. Her complexion was a light pink with tiny shimmers, and her wings had a deep vibrant white glow to them. Her successor, Lillia, had the same skin tone, yet her wings were a shade of soft lavender blue. Other pixies, with wings of silver and gold, followed close behind. "Attention pixies of Thimblewood! It is my great pleasure to announce our victory over the fairies of Grundleshire. A special ceremony will be held for those who returned from the battle, and a special plaque will be hung in the square for all who lost their lives. Secondly, due to our victory, the great Albus Dumbledore has called upon us for a favor. Eldwin Lillia and I chose 7 of you to serve with us in this mission. 'Tis a great honor, for it gives us pixies a good name. We shall all be proud," Neeble declared delighted. Lillia nodded beside her, and withdrew a scroll of parchment from a silver pouch around her waist. "The lucky pixies are Nardia Lovell, Polintha Missit, Gardenia Blossom, Arwen Firnlee, Weddelin Pogdeton, Sky Styxell, and Juliance Purpleheart. Good luck to you on your journey. Eldwin Neeble will accompany you to Hogwarts School on September 1st. On that day you should be gathered here at 5 A.M., no later. Stragglers WILL be left behind. Thank you all. Kolpieta Bershar please meet us in the council room for further planning. Everyone back to work!"
"Now, we have an issue to discuss," An elder male pixie said as he stood up from his chair. "I agree Bershar," Neeble said, also standing up. "First of all, what is this favor Dumbledore has asked of us?" Bershar asked, twisting his silver beard between his fingers. "It entails a young lad. One by the name of Harry Potter. We must ensure his safety around the school, you know, make sure he doesn't get himself into a quandary," Neeble explained. "I assume that Dumbledore expects you all to be invisible?" Bershar asked. Neeble nodded. "The boy must not know of our existence. And, there's more," she said. "Well, go on.tell," he demanded. "There is going to be two new students joining his year. I believe their names are.oh, I can't remember at this moment, but they came from the U.S. Beverly and Jacob something.The children of that famous Fitchburg Finches seeker. You know, that Massachusetts Quidditch team?" Neeble said, looking as if she were disappointed that she forgot the name. Bershar gasped, and stared at Neeble with icy blue wide eyes. "It can't be.No!.Are their last names.Is it.Is it Brankovitch?" he asked, now clinging to his chair as if he were to fall down if his hand let go. "Yes! I believe it is," Neeble said. "Jumpin' honey of the sprig, that one.We're in for a long term.." Bershar said, clutching his heart. "Um.you should get some sleep, old boy. You look terrible," she said, clapping a hand on his back, and helping him out of the room. "Neeble, you keep that boy out of trouble, you hear me. With that man's children running about the school, there's no telling what might happen," Bershar said as they exited the room, "I had to watch over the girl once." "Tell me about it," Neeble said in a voice like she was talking to a child, as she brought the Kolpieta to his room.
"Nardia! Where's my lemonade? I'm thirsty!" A tiny pixie with pigtails hurried across the threshold carrying a small glass. "Coming Miss!" She squeaked as she entered a miniscule doorway cloaked by rose petals. "It's about time too, I've been waiting nearly 15 minutes. What took you?" asked the angry pixie. "Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry, but I was caught up. Gardenia and Polintha had me clean their wings," Nardia replied sheepishly. "Yes, well, I'll have a word with them. Where's Gordy?" "Oh, didn't you hear Madam? He's been sentenced to flower labor," Nardia said feeling somewhat important that an Eldwin relied on her for information. "Gathering pollen again? What did he do this time?" She asked sipping her lemonade. "Weellll..." Nardia said, taking a long pause as if the next part was extremely crucial and vital gossip, "I heard that he was SEEN!" The Eldwin squeaked with delight. "Oh he'll be collecting pollen for weeks then! And that means, without him around, there's no one to mess up the plan!" "Yes ma'am. So we are carrying out with it then? We're going to...well..." Nardia began but was answered by the excited nods of the Eldwin. "Gather the others 'Dia, I wish to announce our plan and discuss the procedure with the council." "Yes ma'am."
"Miss, they're all gathered in the common," Nardia called to the Eldwin. "Oh 'Dia, you've been my 'servant' pixie for almost a year now. Just call me by my name. All this ma'am business was for when I didn't respect you. Times have changed," the obviously more important pixie replied, as she struggled to polish her wings herself. "Oh, um...yes ma'am, I mean Neeble...here let me get that for you," Nardia said taking the polish from Neeble. "I'm looking forward to working on this project, aren't you Dia? Who knew that Dumbledore himself, would ask us, US, to help him with something?" Neeble asked excitedly, flitting over to the door, before Nardia could finish cleaning her wings. Nardia just nodded as she hurried over and pulled the rose pedal back. Neeble disappeared into the darkness behind it.
"Here ye, here ye! Eldwin Neeble and Eldwin Lillia approach!" A messenger yelled as a crowd roared with applause. Two figures were seen entering the balcony that overlooked the common. Neeble, in front, looked as if she were the most important pixie in the entire village. Her complexion was a light pink with tiny shimmers, and her wings had a deep vibrant white glow to them. Her successor, Lillia, had the same skin tone, yet her wings were a shade of soft lavender blue. Other pixies, with wings of silver and gold, followed close behind. "Attention pixies of Thimblewood! It is my great pleasure to announce our victory over the fairies of Grundleshire. A special ceremony will be held for those who returned from the battle, and a special plaque will be hung in the square for all who lost their lives. Secondly, due to our victory, the great Albus Dumbledore has called upon us for a favor. Eldwin Lillia and I chose 7 of you to serve with us in this mission. 'Tis a great honor, for it gives us pixies a good name. We shall all be proud," Neeble declared delighted. Lillia nodded beside her, and withdrew a scroll of parchment from a silver pouch around her waist. "The lucky pixies are Nardia Lovell, Polintha Missit, Gardenia Blossom, Arwen Firnlee, Weddelin Pogdeton, Sky Styxell, and Juliance Purpleheart. Good luck to you on your journey. Eldwin Neeble will accompany you to Hogwarts School on September 1st. On that day you should be gathered here at 5 A.M., no later. Stragglers WILL be left behind. Thank you all. Kolpieta Bershar please meet us in the council room for further planning. Everyone back to work!"
"Now, we have an issue to discuss," An elder male pixie said as he stood up from his chair. "I agree Bershar," Neeble said, also standing up. "First of all, what is this favor Dumbledore has asked of us?" Bershar asked, twisting his silver beard between his fingers. "It entails a young lad. One by the name of Harry Potter. We must ensure his safety around the school, you know, make sure he doesn't get himself into a quandary," Neeble explained. "I assume that Dumbledore expects you all to be invisible?" Bershar asked. Neeble nodded. "The boy must not know of our existence. And, there's more," she said. "Well, go on.tell," he demanded. "There is going to be two new students joining his year. I believe their names are.oh, I can't remember at this moment, but they came from the U.S. Beverly and Jacob something.The children of that famous Fitchburg Finches seeker. You know, that Massachusetts Quidditch team?" Neeble said, looking as if she were disappointed that she forgot the name. Bershar gasped, and stared at Neeble with icy blue wide eyes. "It can't be.No!.Are their last names.Is it.Is it Brankovitch?" he asked, now clinging to his chair as if he were to fall down if his hand let go. "Yes! I believe it is," Neeble said. "Jumpin' honey of the sprig, that one.We're in for a long term.." Bershar said, clutching his heart. "Um.you should get some sleep, old boy. You look terrible," she said, clapping a hand on his back, and helping him out of the room. "Neeble, you keep that boy out of trouble, you hear me. With that man's children running about the school, there's no telling what might happen," Bershar said as they exited the room, "I had to watch over the girl once." "Tell me about it," Neeble said in a voice like she was talking to a child, as she brought the Kolpieta to his room.