He ought to have known he’d never make it to the park to land it. Once he’d realised the steering was off and the levitation charms were sputtering out on it, Elias had regretted bringing out this old prototype on a test flight. What was worse, in the half-a-minute it had taken him to get out his wand in preparation to cast a cushioning charm on his landing, one-handed steering and the slight shift of his body weight had upset it, and set the broom newly aspin.
So he’d guided it as far as he could from the last few rooftops, clipping a tree whose branches raked uncomfortably past him; he’d just caught sight of a wide open patch of space bordering the park when it began to falter faster. He’d hoped to get past the fence and avoid a private garden but at this point he was heading for the ground so fast there was only enough to let out a warning shout. Elias tumbled off it first, hitting the ground hard on his back and losing grasp of the broomstick to prevent it splintering on impact - too alarmed to respond to any instructions, the broomstick skidded a few yards further and ended up, he thought, in a little nearby pond.
Too winded from the fall to properly sit up, he lifted his head - ouch, no, that was an extremely uncomfortable crick in his neck - to try and see where it had gone, and instead noticed that there was someone in this garden, in fact.
“So sorry for - dropping in like this,” Elias just about managed, offering whoever was nearby an apologetic grin, before he found himself too dizzied to do anything more than slump back against this patch of leafy pumpkin vines. He was sorry to have squished them, too, but at the same time he was rather grateful for their cushioning. It could have been worse. Better this than a heap of nettles.
So he’d guided it as far as he could from the last few rooftops, clipping a tree whose branches raked uncomfortably past him; he’d just caught sight of a wide open patch of space bordering the park when it began to falter faster. He’d hoped to get past the fence and avoid a private garden but at this point he was heading for the ground so fast there was only enough to let out a warning shout. Elias tumbled off it first, hitting the ground hard on his back and losing grasp of the broomstick to prevent it splintering on impact - too alarmed to respond to any instructions, the broomstick skidded a few yards further and ended up, he thought, in a little nearby pond.
Too winded from the fall to properly sit up, he lifted his head - ouch, no, that was an extremely uncomfortable crick in his neck - to try and see where it had gone, and instead noticed that there was someone in this garden, in fact.
“So sorry for - dropping in like this,” Elias just about managed, offering whoever was nearby an apologetic grin, before he found himself too dizzied to do anything more than slump back against this patch of leafy pumpkin vines. He was sorry to have squished them, too, but at the same time he was rather grateful for their cushioning. It could have been worse. Better this than a heap of nettles.
look ANOTHER beautiful bee!set <3