Anthony didn’t know how in the bloody hell he always got himself caught in these scenarios. First it was tripping into the fountain in France and now this? He was 2/2 every month so far this summer. Tugging at the vines that had curled themselves into his hair, he muttered slightly under his breath.
The curse of having curly hair was always a danger when one was too close to any kind of wild thing, but bushes and brambles in particular. He’d long since learned as a child never to hide in foliage when he and Lucy played hide and seek. One time had been so bad the governess had needed to shave a part of his head to clear the mass of knots that had wedged themselves in his hair! (It had been magically regulated so he didn’t look like a buffoon for long, but the memory was still traumatizing.)
Anthony growled under his breath again and reached for his wand. He was done trying to play nice with this bush! He was seconds away from zapping it to high hell when the sudden sound of a soft, feminine voice interrupted his vendetta. He couldn’t turn to face the woman who offered her aid but he stilled, and waited as she reached forward to help him with it anyway. “Er— yes, thank you,” he breathed, gratefully. “I don’t know what happened.”
The curse of having curly hair was always a danger when one was too close to any kind of wild thing, but bushes and brambles in particular. He’d long since learned as a child never to hide in foliage when he and Lucy played hide and seek. One time had been so bad the governess had needed to shave a part of his head to clear the mass of knots that had wedged themselves in his hair! (It had been magically regulated so he didn’t look like a buffoon for long, but the memory was still traumatizing.)
Anthony growled under his breath again and reached for his wand. He was done trying to play nice with this bush! He was seconds away from zapping it to high hell when the sudden sound of a soft, feminine voice interrupted his vendetta. He couldn’t turn to face the woman who offered her aid but he stilled, and waited as she reached forward to help him with it anyway. “Er— yes, thank you,” he breathed, gratefully. “I don’t know what happened.”
Zinnia Gallagher (Sniping this WHOOPS #notsorry they're cute baha)
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