Well that was a bummer.
Ignoring my disappointment, I sent the angry girl an amused look. She wasn't gonna get failure outta me. At this point, I wasn't sure what to do. My castle was in sorry ruins cause of the humorless British guy, and here was this little girl shooting me death stares. Maybe I could build a snowman? Eh. Too conformist. I might as well have walked away.
Should I go apologize to the girl? Or maybe just explain that snow=cold, and if she didn't want to be cold, she shouldn't have gone out in the snow. But hey. I didn't want to rub anything in her face any more. Especially snow. I kicked at the snow. Well this was just great. Lonely, lonely, snow and lonely. Snow. Lonely. Two words that have never crossed in my mind at the same time.
Well, I wasn't really lonely. I still had snow. Still in my PJ's, I sat down and huddled my knee's to my body. I was getting cold, and I should probably contain the heat I still had. Absentmindedly, I twiddled my wand this way and that, creating a little snow flurry that hopefully wasn't interfering with anyone. My collarbone still hurt. |