Eugene was, true to style, running around like a chicken with its head cut off. With one niffler in hand, Eugene tossed it into a makeshift cage he'd been given as he was leaving the office. The pretty young blonde seemed to be luring the other black one he'd been chasing over.

Lena motioned to the little auburn one he'd seen and Eugene knew there was one more loitering about.  It was then he heard loud crash which prompted him to turn and stare at the scene before him. Having some assistance was not necessary but helpful in this instance.