Ritchie laughed despite himself, albeit a bit disappointed his trick didn’t work. He didn’t play them often, unless it was asking his siblings or friends to taste test the newest batch of an ice cream he was working on, but then knew what they were signing up for when he asked that. Food charms were his specialty and since he started experimenting, Ritchie hadn’t managed to kill anyone. Yet.
He blinked as Anthony stepped forward down the path, leaving Ritchie standing on the path. He scrambled forward as he beckoned because oh no, he was not about to be left alone in the dark where monsters could lurk. The faster they walked down the path, the faster they’d get to the end and be done with it. His siblings would be happy to hear that he not only went to the ball but participated in some kind of event at it, so really, Ritchie had no choice but to follow Anthony in the Deep Dark Woods. He stood so close that their shoulders brushed.
“If I get dragged off by a banshee, I’m haunting you,” he muttered. Although he wanted to sound angry, Ritchie’s voice came out sounding more nervous than anything. They ambled a bit further down the path, and just as Ritchie opened his mouth to say something that might restore a sliver of his dignity, there was an actual sound that came from the forest. A very sharp, low hoo-hoo that probably wouldn’t have startled a first year who was used to the sounds of owls.
But Ritchie… he yelped. Actually yelped like a startled cat, and without a flicker of hesitation latched onto Anthony’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve. This path was going to kill him – the ice cream connoisseur could feel it in his bones.
He blinked as Anthony stepped forward down the path, leaving Ritchie standing on the path. He scrambled forward as he beckoned because oh no, he was not about to be left alone in the dark where monsters could lurk. The faster they walked down the path, the faster they’d get to the end and be done with it. His siblings would be happy to hear that he not only went to the ball but participated in some kind of event at it, so really, Ritchie had no choice but to follow Anthony in the Deep Dark Woods. He stood so close that their shoulders brushed.
“If I get dragged off by a banshee, I’m haunting you,” he muttered. Although he wanted to sound angry, Ritchie’s voice came out sounding more nervous than anything. They ambled a bit further down the path, and just as Ritchie opened his mouth to say something that might restore a sliver of his dignity, there was an actual sound that came from the forest. A very sharp, low hoo-hoo that probably wouldn’t have startled a first year who was used to the sounds of owls.
But Ritchie… he yelped. Actually yelped like a startled cat, and without a flicker of hesitation latched onto Anthony’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve. This path was going to kill him – the ice cream connoisseur could feel it in his bones.
Bee made the lovely grey set<3