Elias didn’t have much time to revel in the comments on his handiwork, much as compliments on the things he had crafted (whether they be brooms or useless decorations!) were the only sort of compliments he didn’t mind accepting - and he had fished for this one.
There had been too much hubris in that, he soon realised, because nor did he have much time to register that the women walking past were those he recognised; the younger had been Miss Finch, of the bludger incident at the post office.
She had told him to watch out last time: this time, her warning came too slow, or his reactions were not so quick. The garland... the garland indeed. The long bough of holly came swinging down off the eaves like a jungle vine, almost as though it had heard him being presumptuous; it smacked Elias roughly in the face and swatted the wreath from his hands. (It went bouncing down the steps and rolling into the street, but never mind that.) He batted the prickly garland away from his face as best he could, but in the process he must have accidentally tugged on it, because no sooner than he had done so, the rest of the garlands bound up with it came tumbling down too, until Elias and his front steps were half-buried under a blanket of greenery, all his hard work on the house undone at once.
Elias didn’t move for a minute, too dazed by what had happened. Lovely. Hm.
There had been too much hubris in that, he soon realised, because nor did he have much time to register that the women walking past were those he recognised; the younger had been Miss Finch, of the bludger incident at the post office.
She had told him to watch out last time: this time, her warning came too slow, or his reactions were not so quick. The garland... the garland indeed. The long bough of holly came swinging down off the eaves like a jungle vine, almost as though it had heard him being presumptuous; it smacked Elias roughly in the face and swatted the wreath from his hands. (It went bouncing down the steps and rolling into the street, but never mind that.) He batted the prickly garland away from his face as best he could, but in the process he must have accidentally tugged on it, because no sooner than he had done so, the rest of the garlands bound up with it came tumbling down too, until Elias and his front steps were half-buried under a blanket of greenery, all his hard work on the house undone at once.
Elias didn’t move for a minute, too dazed by what had happened. Lovely. Hm.
look ANOTHER beautiful bee!set <3