I told you! Nothing! Why, I’d even go so far as to say it’s an ungrateful little wanker because I was feeding it before it yanked the hat right off my head.
[Okay, so maybe a chunk of bread might’ve accidentally knocked the swan on the head, but he hadn’t thought it would take that much offense. He huffs out a breath, peeved by how this day has been going for him—first having to deal with real actual magic being a thing, then the swan, then his hat going missing.
At least Evie’s here. He would miss her, if she wasn’t here—he hadn’t entirely let himself think about what it meant that he was here and she wasn’t. And now he doesn’t have to!]
And I just bought that hat. Not twenty minutes before that feathered fiend decided to take it for himself, in fact.
IT’S NOT HIS FAULT THIS TIME it’s the swan’s
[Okay, so maybe a chunk of bread might’ve accidentally knocked the swan on the head, but he hadn’t thought it would take that much offense. He huffs out a breath, peeved by how this day has been going for him—first having to deal with real actual magic being a thing, then the swan, then his hat going missing.
At least Evie’s here. He would miss her, if she wasn’t here—he hadn’t entirely let himself think about what it meant that he was here and she wasn’t. And now he doesn’t have to!]
And I just bought that hat. Not twenty minutes before that feathered fiend decided to take it for himself, in fact.