December 22nd, 1893 - Hogsmeade Winter Festival
Ella was still a little put out that she couldn't be practicing flying while on break from school, especially with her broom all fixed and ready to go. At least there were some fun things going on at the park to keep her occupied. The whole family had trudged out to the park to enjoy the snowy festivities but had broken off into little pods of activities. The twins were half asleep in their pram and that was a bit of a relief, Ella couldn't chase after them any longer. Vivi had out a book of course and Esme, Edith and Rosie were all making snow angels near where her parent sat on a bench chatting with friends.
The snow was perfect for a snowman, so Ella had started working on one, pushing a base around and trying to work it up to a decent size. When she couldn't push it any longer, she started on the middle, struggling to push it up onto the base. This was hard without magic! Why did she bother to learn the levitation charm when she couldn't use it outside of school? Honestly. Her wand felt as useless as her broom sometimes.
She was nearly breathless by the time she'd gotten a good head rolled up, but there was no way she was going to be able to reach to put it up. With her hands on her hips, she surveyed the situation, looking over at the rest of her family wondering if she should ask her Papa to help, but he was deep in conversation with some gentleman she didn't recognize. Sighing, she looked around again and decided the next passerby would do. "Excuse me!" She chirped as someone came withing a reasonable distance. "Do you think you could help me for a minute, please?"
The snow was perfect for a snowman, so Ella had started working on one, pushing a base around and trying to work it up to a decent size. When she couldn't push it any longer, she started on the middle, struggling to push it up onto the base. This was hard without magic! Why did she bother to learn the levitation charm when she couldn't use it outside of school? Honestly. Her wand felt as useless as her broom sometimes.
She was nearly breathless by the time she'd gotten a good head rolled up, but there was no way she was going to be able to reach to put it up. With her hands on her hips, she surveyed the situation, looking over at the rest of her family wondering if she should ask her Papa to help, but he was deep in conversation with some gentleman she didn't recognize. Sighing, she looked around again and decided the next passerby would do. "Excuse me!" She chirped as someone came withing a reasonable distance. "Do you think you could help me for a minute, please?"
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