Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Jul 3, 2019 7:02:45 GMT -7
only dust settles.
SAT APRIL 19TH, FLOWER FESTIVAL
THE SWEET APRIL AIR WAS PERFUMED BY AN array of flowers, and it made Eli's nose itch in the most pleasant of ways. He slid through the portkey from Hogsmeade, his camera gripped tight under his light jacket, and emerged in a springtime wonderland. Eli couldn't believe his eyes as he gazed from the top of a slight, grassy hill. The portkey under him shaped like a tiny little ladybug. And just below him, a greenhouse was sprawled across a luscious field of wild grass and swaying stalks of wheat.
People milled around him, some popping up from portkeys and others sliding in to the greenhouse with a measured ease. He could smell cotton candy as he walked down the hill. And... was that popcorn? It was like a carnival back home. Though his heart did make a bit of a jump as he remembered the last event he had attended. Eli had always loved dragons, and he still did. But his shoulder gave a phantom ache as he thought about the first time he'd ever encountered one.
"Cordie!" Eli barked suddenly, waving his arm as he caught sight of a halo of buttery blonde hair. Her camera like a marker for him to spy her with. He practically galloped towards her, his cheeks creased as he beamed happily under the bright sun. It shot his dark hair through with bronze. "Have you been waiting a while?" He asked her, rubbing his cheek nervously as he played with his camera strap with his other hand. Eli had a way of putting his foot in his mouth around Cordie. But, he'd still jumped at the chance to take some photo's of the festival when she'd mentioned it offhand at the art club. He'd practically invited himself along.
"I thought maybe we'd check out the petting zoo first." He rambled, fiddling with the settings on his camera before he lifted it up and snapped a practise photo of Cordelia, the glass of the greenhouse reflecting the sun and setting her blonde hair on fire. The strands sparkling like gold. "If you want?" He asked after a second, forcing himself to shut up as he looked at her expectantly. Patiently.