Silas was relieved when the chaperone did not immediately drag Lydia away after he lost his temper with that damnable merman. So, that was a plus. The young lady, as well, seemed unfazed by the situation, another plus. He relaxed a bit hoping MAYBE he would not get fired over this.
The young lady also seemed rather curious about a cove full of dead fish, but if she was not in distress and the chaperone stayed on that stump, Silas did not see the harm in her being there.
“Well, Miss Lockhart, I have a few ideas on what might help the situation, but first thing is first,”
Silas drew his wand and looked around for a moment. Not much was still blooming this time of year. That does not mean nature did not still have its bounty. A young, supple evergreen was coming into its own. He flicked his wand in a Z formation towards the tree and the sweet aroma of wood, pine, and sap filled the air overpowering the dismal odor of the dead fish.
Silas took in a deep breath and smiled; his nose was relieved.
“Now, Accio might be our friend in this situation, but I want to check and make sure there is not anything magical that hurt the fish. If not I know a heard of Hippogriff who would love to clean this up for us.”
He turned from her and took a step back down into the water and getting to about the depth of his knees at the start of the makeshift damn that had caused the problem in the first place.
Examining the debris closely he spoke, “But before we get to that, perhaps you can help me. Where do you think all of this came from?"
Lydia Lockhart
The young lady also seemed rather curious about a cove full of dead fish, but if she was not in distress and the chaperone stayed on that stump, Silas did not see the harm in her being there.
“Well, Miss Lockhart, I have a few ideas on what might help the situation, but first thing is first,”
Silas drew his wand and looked around for a moment. Not much was still blooming this time of year. That does not mean nature did not still have its bounty. A young, supple evergreen was coming into its own. He flicked his wand in a Z formation towards the tree and the sweet aroma of wood, pine, and sap filled the air overpowering the dismal odor of the dead fish.
Silas took in a deep breath and smiled; his nose was relieved.
“Now, Accio might be our friend in this situation, but I want to check and make sure there is not anything magical that hurt the fish. If not I know a heard of Hippogriff who would love to clean this up for us.”
He turned from her and took a step back down into the water and getting to about the depth of his knees at the start of the makeshift damn that had caused the problem in the first place.
Examining the debris closely he spoke, “But before we get to that, perhaps you can help me. Where do you think all of this came from?"
Lydia Lockhart