Silas laughed, “If we wait long enough we won’t have to have the professor’s permission. The Hippogriff will smell it and come flying. My masking spell only works on us.”
The water was chilly even through the thick rubber waders. To make the scene more bleak, dead fish swirled behind him with every step he took as he moved back to the shore from standing out by the dam.
“Rogue beavers?” he asked as he stepped back on to dry land.
His waders were covered in muck as he looked out over the cove full of dead fish. The thought of rogue beavers made him want to laugh, but he did not show it as not to offend the young lady. The thing was, even though it sounded ridiculous there was really no other reason for the dam to have been built. Clearly, Silas knew that beavers were not malicious, but something about this sure smelled fishy…and it was not just the piles of dead fish.
“I will need to do a bit more field work, but just to be safe Miss, you should head back to the castle.”
Silas nodded to the girl's chaperone and the lady stood up and started to make her way toward Lydia. As the older woman walked toward her charge, Silas turned away and allowed himself to grin for the first time about the idea of rogue beaver pack...how absurd...
Then, out of the silence, a crack and pop was heard. A large willow tree’s trunk cracked and was falling. It was falling directly onto Lydia.
Silas dove towards the girl and rather unceremoniously tackled her to the ground, but saved her from being crushed under the tree at the same time.
“Well, damn,” Silas said out loud while panting on the ground, “we have rogue beavers!”
In the distance, the sound of flat tails slapping the water echoed.
Lydia Lockhart
The water was chilly even through the thick rubber waders. To make the scene more bleak, dead fish swirled behind him with every step he took as he moved back to the shore from standing out by the dam.
“Rogue beavers?” he asked as he stepped back on to dry land.
His waders were covered in muck as he looked out over the cove full of dead fish. The thought of rogue beavers made him want to laugh, but he did not show it as not to offend the young lady. The thing was, even though it sounded ridiculous there was really no other reason for the dam to have been built. Clearly, Silas knew that beavers were not malicious, but something about this sure smelled fishy…and it was not just the piles of dead fish.
“I will need to do a bit more field work, but just to be safe Miss, you should head back to the castle.”
Silas nodded to the girl's chaperone and the lady stood up and started to make her way toward Lydia. As the older woman walked toward her charge, Silas turned away and allowed himself to grin for the first time about the idea of rogue beaver pack...how absurd...
Then, out of the silence, a crack and pop was heard. A large willow tree’s trunk cracked and was falling. It was falling directly onto Lydia.
Silas dove towards the girl and rather unceremoniously tackled her to the ground, but saved her from being crushed under the tree at the same time.
“Well, damn,” Silas said out loud while panting on the ground, “we have rogue beavers!”
In the distance, the sound of flat tails slapping the water echoed.
Lydia Lockhart