Elias was also concerned about what sort of omen that was, but if it were a bad one, it had come a little late, because, well, no shit.
“I wish bludgers were so easily bored,” Elias murmured to her a little grimly, supposing he could not just shelter low on the ground with her, lest the little bugger take down half the post office. Somehow, worryingly, he felt as though this bludger’s presence might be his fault. But perhaps that was only because he was too used to being to blame for incidents. Perhaps today he could be the hero of the situation.
The bludger would not be stopped unless someone stopped it, so Elias turned his eyes upwards from the poor dead pile of feathers and scouted out the ball, trying to aim at it with his wand for a few moments but too afraid to shoot a hex, in case it hit another owl in the crossfire. That would not be helpful.
So he let his wand clatter to the floor instead and leapt up to his feet again, making a lunge for the bludger when it next whizzed past like it was a circling fly or a something like a more-dangerous-moth, and after a miss Elias’ reflexes were fast enough to catch it, with a thud, as it hit him in the chest. It might’ve knocked him off his broom if he were on it, but he was safer on his feet, and he had his hands on it now, though it was still struggling -
“I need - something to put it in!” Elias said with some urgency, turning to the young woman for help, because, now that he was principally concerned with grappling with the restless ball, he had no hands free.
“I wish bludgers were so easily bored,” Elias murmured to her a little grimly, supposing he could not just shelter low on the ground with her, lest the little bugger take down half the post office. Somehow, worryingly, he felt as though this bludger’s presence might be his fault. But perhaps that was only because he was too used to being to blame for incidents. Perhaps today he could be the hero of the situation.
The bludger would not be stopped unless someone stopped it, so Elias turned his eyes upwards from the poor dead pile of feathers and scouted out the ball, trying to aim at it with his wand for a few moments but too afraid to shoot a hex, in case it hit another owl in the crossfire. That would not be helpful.
So he let his wand clatter to the floor instead and leapt up to his feet again, making a lunge for the bludger when it next whizzed past like it was a circling fly or a something like a more-dangerous-moth, and after a miss Elias’ reflexes were fast enough to catch it, with a thud, as it hit him in the chest. It might’ve knocked him off his broom if he were on it, but he was safer on his feet, and he had his hands on it now, though it was still struggling -
“I need - something to put it in!” Elias said with some urgency, turning to the young woman for help, because, now that he was principally concerned with grappling with the restless ball, he had no hands free.
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