Unfortunately, his attempt fails. Because Powder is now crawling up his arm upside-down.

It would be polite to try stopping them. Instead, Ghost waves the paper between their fingers, deciding to wait and see what Quirrel might do about it.

"Scarf, for around necks. I don't know that word." They spell k-e-r-c-h-i-e-f out, but shrug. The little ones aren't so good at that. And Ghost only knows 'scarf' from an odd fad from Deepnest among the more obnoxious of Hallownest's nobles.

Pepper flutters to the ground. It's easier to judge how to start climbing Quirrel's legs from here.