He echoed her laugh, quite nonplussed at how liberating it was to make such a mess on purpose. Thankfully, still, the mess was not to be left as evidence forever: once their laughter had vanquished the boggart, the creature’s scene dissipated with it.
It was dreadful how ridiculous one’s own fears looked from the other side.
“Darrow, Evander Darrow, at your service,” Evander finished (wishing he did not have to stake a name to his identity, but hardly able to lie about it now, in case she’d seen his surname printed on those newspapers). She had curtseyed quite politely though, and smiled so charmingly, that he felt yet more a fool for what she had been witness to - but nevertheless he inclined his head back in a formal bow, hoping his gratitude came across sincerely. He confessed as much to her, wondering her name... and also, anxiously, whether she would use this as a diverting story to other people later. (He sorely hoped not.) “Though I fear it is you I should be thanking. The fireworks were rather a - clever thought.”
It was dreadful how ridiculous one’s own fears looked from the other side.
“Darrow, Evander Darrow, at your service,” Evander finished (wishing he did not have to stake a name to his identity, but hardly able to lie about it now, in case she’d seen his surname printed on those newspapers). She had curtseyed quite politely though, and smiled so charmingly, that he felt yet more a fool for what she had been witness to - but nevertheless he inclined his head back in a formal bow, hoping his gratitude came across sincerely. He confessed as much to her, wondering her name... and also, anxiously, whether she would use this as a diverting story to other people later. (He sorely hoped not.) “Though I fear it is you I should be thanking. The fireworks were rather a - clever thought.”
