The frigid air bit at her cheeks as she flew shakily around the areas of the yard that she knew to be Florence's favorite. It was impossible to believe a child would have managed to make it this far without leaving so much as a single footprint, but if not here then where? The broom wobbled uncertainly beneath her, the tail scrapping over the snow for a moment when she flew too close to the ground. Alexandra knew she had no business being out here — she had no business flying a broom after nearly twenty-five years of having avoided this very activity.
Florence was somewhere out here though. And Alexandra refused to pace the parlor awaiting what would only be bad news.
She was doing her second loop around the buried hedge maze when she heard Philip's shouts over the wind. Her head snapped in his direction, a slew of demands already poised on her tongue, momentarily forgetting the extreme importance of watching where she flew. She saw the tree with enough time to avoid collision, though her quick maneuvering saw the broom spiraling until she crashed down a few feet from Philip.
Florence was somewhere out here though. And Alexandra refused to pace the parlor awaiting what would only be bad news.
She was doing her second loop around the buried hedge maze when she heard Philip's shouts over the wind. Her head snapped in his direction, a slew of demands already poised on her tongue, momentarily forgetting the extreme importance of watching where she flew. She saw the tree with enough time to avoid collision, though her quick maneuvering saw the broom spiraling until she crashed down a few feet from Philip.