As you were about to walk out of the door, you noticed one of your pixies were still roaming through your belongings, glitter pens, notebooks, papers, binders, and your desk, the pixie was wondering if you were business like, but you weren't, with a deep annoyed sigh you approached your Pixie, you signed a contract with H.P to keep this particular pixie under your care, but whatsoever you've grown fond with him, despite looking, acting, dressing the same as the others, and not to mention you were his guardian now, almost as a care taker.