Eric knew that if he wanted to get through the next several months, laying low would be the best option. This wasn't, however, what he had in mind. His favorite teacher was sacked – it was time for retaliation.
He summoned Blue from the Chamber of Secrets. Ducking his way through to the storehouses, he found an old, abandoned wand in a crumbling chest. He didn't care what it was made from, only that it was untraceable. Blue was now armed.
Eric slid his way through the ventilation ducts, guiding the pixie through the maze. It was tight, but it was necessary. Most teachers cast powerful wards on their doors and windows, but it was amazing the number of instructors that overlooked the ventilation grills. Dolores Umbridge was no exception, which didn't surprise Eric overmuch. She seemed like someone who tackled the obvious while overlooking details.
Eric's plan was simple. He needed Blue because the vent into Dolores' office was too small. Even with the grill removed, he couldn't get through. Blue, however, had no trouble and was an eager assistant, carrying out Eric's instructions to the letter. The office was an easy mark, with test papers stacked neatly to one corner while disciplinary notices decorated another. Her chair was adorned with one of her obnoxious pink cardigan sweaters, while a large rug covered the entryway. Blue worked on them all in line before departing, leaving behind a small crystal spider in one corner.
Blue woke Eric before dawn the next day. Eric woke Dorian after sending Blue off to rouse Naomi. As they gathered blearily in the common room, Willy passed out hot chocolate and biscuits.
Dorian was the first to speak. "What's up, Eric?"
Eric grinned slightly. "The teachers should be getting to their offices about now. It's payback time." He drew out his crystal ball and set it upon it's clawed stand. "Occulus et Ausculto Obveniux." The crystal drew out an image of Professor Umbridge's room. The sound of footsteps, accompanied by an obnoxious trilling hum, could be heard. The door opened, and Professor Umbridge stepped in.
Suddenly the room was a chaotic vortex of enraged movement. The rug assaulted the professor, bundling her hastily while her cardigan sweater unraveled itself to bind her in pink wool. Her disciplinary notices flung themselves about before igniting into sizzling fireballs, while the test papers wove themselves into a menagerie of origami animals that instantly panicked at the threat of immolation, fleeing out of the room. The professor's screams didn't have to emanate from Eric's spell; they could be heard throughout the castle.
It was all Eric could do to keep from bursting out laughing. He quickly gathered up the crystal while shushing Dorian, who had fallen off his chair. "Quiet, you idiot, they'll know it was me!"
Naomi looked over to him with a slightly arched eyebrow. "When your professors said to keep a low profile, I don't think this was on their minds."
"Hey, the trap spell was Dolores' own. We just modified it." Eric managed to get Dorian back on his feet. Fortunately, none of the Ravenclaw students were rousing yet.
Naomi's face frowned even further. "We?"
Eric pointed to the table where the pixie stood, proudly propped up with his wand. "I couldn't have done it without Blue."
Her face finally relaxed into a slight smirk. "No – not 'Blue'. Anyone capable of this deserves a real name." Drawing out her wand, she tapped the pixie lightly on the shoulders. "Noble pixie, I now christen thee – Azsher!"