"Urgh. Where have you all gone?" Arthur frantically looked through his basement, glancing under and between everything a fairy could use to hide. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to hit you!"

The Englishman did feel bad. He had rolled up a paper and smacked one of his fairies with it, having momentarily mistaken it for a bug. He felt like a horrible person as she cried softly, flying away with one bent wing.

"Wherever you are, just please come out. I want to make sure your wing is alright!" He jumped up and made a run for it as he saw a line of orange fairy dust disappearing around a corner. "Laurelai, is that you? Get back here and help me find your sister!"

The mischievous fairy left him screaming at the wall with only a cruel snicker. "Damn, these things are a handful," The magician mumbled before returning to his search.

He was about ready to give up when he caught sight of a slight glimmer of lilac glitter. "Lantana?"

He followed the little pixie as she made her way around the basement, seemingly making a game out of it.

Arthur didn't notice the pixie making a sharp upward turn until he ran into a cabinet, effectively knocking it over and sending glass shards across the floor. He cursed as he regained his footing, making a mental note to fix it with magic later.

He tried to find his fairy friend again, to no avail. "Lantana? Are you still angry at me?"

Lantana landed and skittered across the floor, trying to find something to mess with Arthur. She saw the one thing that would piss him off quickly- his wand. Bingo.

She zipped through the air, right over the head the of the struggling man with a bump rapidly appearing beside one of his bushy eyebrows. She laughed, grabbing a hold of the wand sticking out of his robe pocket. It was twice as big as she was, and nearly weighed her down. She forced herself to flag her little wings harder and pulled herself, with the wand, out of the Englishman's reach.

She heard him hollering, but gave him no mind. She fluttered out of the basement, leaving him behind. She heard him stomping up the stairs. "Lantana! You had best get back down here! Give me my wand! I am not playing around, Lantana!"

As she reached the top of the staircase, long before Arthur would, she ran into a problem. The door was shut. And locked, by the looks of it. Normally, she would be able to fight with the doorknob until it opened, but with the wand in her grasp, that wasn't really an option.

As Arthur's footsteps started clomping up the steps, she panicked, waving the wand around slightly. A flash of light left the tip of the wand. The door flew open, nearly breaking off of the hinges.

The magician's cursing could be heard all of the way out the door. She only snickered as she disappeared, flying as far and fast as her little wings would let her.

A thing about fairies: They can move far without taking a break. Even while carrying the wand, she flew herself all of the way Florence before she had to stop to rest. She landed on top of a small wooden shack. The boards creaked, even under her tiny feet. She slipped through a rather large crack in the roof, taking in the sight of several marble statues. She flew around the shack. Her eyes landed on a particular statue.

He landed on the statue's hand, taking in the sight of it. It was amazing. The detail was unbelievable. The man looked real. Not even his eyes looked like they were sculpted from marble. They were strikingly green and seemed to follow her around the room. She got an idea. Surely she wouldn't be able to... No, it was possible. That was how she had come to be.

She lifted the wand, struggling to hold it up. She aimed the tip at the statue and mustered up some might. She waved the wand, having to fly her whole body in a circle as she did so. A flare-like burst spurted from the wand. It hit the statue dead on.

It started to fall backwards, crashing to the floor way too quickly. Lantana hoped she hadn't screwed up. She was fairly certain she had gotten the motion right, and it was a silent spell...

The fall began to happen in slow motion. The statue hit the ground with a huge force, shaking the whole shack. Little pieces of marble went all over the floor, catching in the small cracks and creases of the floor.

Lantana closed her eyes, hearing nothing but the crash. She was scared to open them, horrified that she had ruined the statue. Eventually, she opened one eye wide enough to take a peak. What she saw amazed her.

There was the man in the statue, sitting on the floor. He was covered in marble dust... and he was very naked. Lantana's face turned red as she fluttered over to him, landing on his shoulders. He looked at her, smiling childishly as he stood. "Did you create me?"

Lantana quickly shook her head. The man looked down. "Oh..."

He started to walk around the shack, running his hands over everything. He paid no mind the the tools he knocked off of the tables or the minor projects he pushed to the ground. As he caught his foot on the leg of the table, he fell on top of it. Everything fell to the ground.

Lantana slowly back out of the shack, slipping through the same crack she had entered through. She brought the wand with her, as she knew leaving it with him was a very bad idea. With a troublesome smile on her face, she flew back to a very upset Arthur Kirkland.

I'm lazy, huh, Lukas?