Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Feb 23, 2018 9:20:10 GMT -7
only dust settles.
BY FAR, THE LEAST ENJOYABLE PART OF ELI'S SUMMER WAS SCHOOL SUPPLY SHOPPING. He hated every moment of it. Bar choosing his wand, the ridiculousness of the rest soured his mood and bored the boy to tears. Like today for instance, Eli was stood on a podium while a women he didn't know poked and prodded and measured him.
"Little skinny..." She would remark and Eli would scowl, his face dropping. He wasn't there to have his physique criticised. "I'm a growing boy," He replied stingingly, his smile fake. She simply harrumphed, and he was sure she poked him on purpose afterwards.
When he was allowed to hop off, Eli did so with gusto. Still wrapped in a robe that would soon be taken and fitted properly, but for now he spun like a lunatic, watching as the seamstress herded in another student up to be fitted. "Don't move..." She instructed, but Eli promptly wandered off as soon as her curtain was closed. He ran his hand over fabrics, dragging his ill fitting robe behind him. Eli couldn't see the point. Why did robe fittings matter? He'd have been perfectly happy picking some second-hand garment that fit alright. Eli didn't have the patience to stand and be measured.
It was with that thought that Eli tugged at the end of a roll of ruby red fabric. He'd just wanted to see the pattern. But it quickly began to spin out of its roll, rumpling on the ground and in Eli's arms as he tried to juggle it and stop it from unspooling entirely. "Shit... shit shit shit..!" He hissed, panic seizing him.
"Little skinny..." She would remark and Eli would scowl, his face dropping. He wasn't there to have his physique criticised. "I'm a growing boy," He replied stingingly, his smile fake. She simply harrumphed, and he was sure she poked him on purpose afterwards.
When he was allowed to hop off, Eli did so with gusto. Still wrapped in a robe that would soon be taken and fitted properly, but for now he spun like a lunatic, watching as the seamstress herded in another student up to be fitted. "Don't move..." She instructed, but Eli promptly wandered off as soon as her curtain was closed. He ran his hand over fabrics, dragging his ill fitting robe behind him. Eli couldn't see the point. Why did robe fittings matter? He'd have been perfectly happy picking some second-hand garment that fit alright. Eli didn't have the patience to stand and be measured.
It was with that thought that Eli tugged at the end of a roll of ruby red fabric. He'd just wanted to see the pattern. But it quickly began to spin out of its roll, rumpling on the ground and in Eli's arms as he tried to juggle it and stop it from unspooling entirely. "Shit... shit shit shit..!" He hissed, panic seizing him.
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