He managed to catch her, gently picking her up and carrying het back to where she slept. He brushed back her hair before standing up and heading towards the college.
Sam grabbed the wings gently. It was the last pair in the last wardrobe. He placed them under his arm, shutting the cabinet. Turning to leave, he passed the alchemy tables, cluttered with ingredients.
There was a polite cough in the doorway. "Mr. Collier," came a cool voice. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
He froze before clearing his throat and turning to the voice. "Gathering a pair of pixie wings for a class. They asked me to gather them."
A short woman with sharp green eyes and black hair tilted her head slightly. 'That's interesting," she said, stepping forward. "I haven't authorized the removal of any wings."
He frowned, keeping them protectively. "They weren't yours in the first place. I'm sure nobody will mind it's just for a couple hours."
"Oh no," she said smoothly, snapping her fingers. He would feel the wings slide out of his grip. "I don't think so."
"Oh, Mr. Collier," the woman said sympathetically, stepping forward. Fire sparked in her hands and she tilted her head. "Do you really think you scare me?"
