Philomen was naturally curious to see Padmore Park now that it had reopened, though aside from the new botanical gardens--which he'd already taken a tour of since it was the new thing==the park looked much the same to him as it had on occasions he'd visited before the summer. Though he supposed that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
He'd joined the crowd of onlookers for the sculpture competition. He didn't consider himself particularly creative, but he was as much an enjoyer of art as the next person.
He was less an enjoyer of spell mishaps, but at least he managed to hold his ground somewhat as the ground turned slick with ice beneath him. Phil thought he just needed to move very carefully--
This was, of course, the last thought he had before being knocked off his feet by the woman next to him--who he only recognized as Mrs. Warbeck as he landed half on top of her with an "Oof!" before rolling and sliding off to the side to spare them both some dignity. Such as it was.
He'd joined the crowd of onlookers for the sculpture competition. He didn't consider himself particularly creative, but he was as much an enjoyer of art as the next person.
He was less an enjoyer of spell mishaps, but at least he managed to hold his ground somewhat as the ground turned slick with ice beneath him. Phil thought he just needed to move very carefully--
This was, of course, the last thought he had before being knocked off his feet by the woman next to him--who he only recognized as Mrs. Warbeck as he landed half on top of her with an "Oof!" before rolling and sliding off to the side to spare them both some dignity. Such as it was.