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Although gardening was particularly challenging for Sylvester, he and Michelle made a fairly good team with it. Under her patient and careful instruction, Sylvester managed to get his part of the job done, although she ended up doing much more of the work. He steered clear of the Devil's Snare and they both left the grumpy looking gnomes wherever they were. Michelle excused herself while Sylvester continued with the little creatures. When he had turned to face her, she was gone and he felt stupid.
"See, you guys?" he said to the gnomes with a wistful sigh. "Don't mess the garden much, now. Just stay in the mini-garden I made." He ushered them away to a small and secluded corner of the garden.
Sylvester went back to the shed and arranged the tools in their proper slots. He can do that much, at least. He went outside and stretched, a little exhausted from having to be crumpled into a squatting position for a long time. He flexed his arms and flapped them until they became wings, the rest of his body shrunk and grew feathers until he was back into being an owl. He flew straight up and circled about, admiring the clean look of the garden before flying right back into his room, or attempting to...since his spell earlier also closed his window. He collided on the glass with an obnoxious thud and landed on the bushes on the ground. He recovered, cursing his disobedience to Dorothy and tried again, this time he flew into another room and transformed in midair, landing almost perfectly on his feet, feeling pretty good about himself. He went to his room to tidy up, returning to using magic. Cleaned from dirt, soil and the smell of earth, Sylvester put on a trench coat and took his bag of things to get repaired. He didn't look like the clumsy and weird animal lover but more like a professional magical creatures expert when he put on his father's coat.
He got out in time to see Dorothy opening doors and Michelle coming out of her room, looking tired. "Everyone enjoys garden duty," Dorothy said which made Sylvester nod happily, unaware of her sarcasm."I'll take care of this week's groceries, ma'am." he volunteered, knowing he didn't have much to do anyway.
"Don't forget your bags - I'm looking at you, Sylvester - always very important, even if it's not a mission..." Dorothy must be referring to a past mission where he completely forgot all his tools, but Sylvester was too excited to notice. He looked at his friends and smiled to the new members as Dorothy briefed them about the nearby village. If there was anything he needed, he would drop by Diagon Alley to visit his parents as well, and he didn't exactly like Mary-Anne's strange way of talking to him and calling him things like 'Handsome'. He knew she was just bullying him. What he didn't like even more than her was Portkeys.
After feeling like he was stuffed into a tube and shaken in all directions, a lovely scent filled his nostrils while his eyes adjusted to the warm spring sunlight. He froze when he realized that Amarisse's head was resting comfortably on his shoulders but the dead weight on his body was Luke's. He managed to move again when everyone was on their feet and his image of being a cool expert was gone completely with what was left of his ego.
Dorothy briefly oriented them on their schedule. Emily and Michelle went with her even before Sylvester could get up so he turned to the other three. "I'm buying groceries and dropping by Dervish and Banges. I don't really have much else to do. I'll see you later, I suppose. " Being the eldest and also the one with least solo tasks (Luke and Amarisse sometimes had things to do by themselves), Sylvester took it upon himself to do groceries and repair jobs, hoping it would make up for him breaking most of the things to begin with.
As always, he barely talked to strangers. He had a calm little smile to disguise his inner turmoil. Sometimes, Sylvester gets overly conscious of his words and actions when he's in public. He feels like the smallest mistake would offend people. He dropped off the instruments that needed fixing first. He put the bag on the counter and placed the money bag beside it. "Madame Dorothy would like to have these fixed within the week. She would like you to keep the change, too." Sylvester secretly celebrated not stuttering then he left as quickly as he came. It wasn't the first time he's had to drop a bag of broken things there. He's broken magical instruments of nearly every member that ever joined. He picked up some food and other home necessities at the Magic Neep in the same way. Dorothy usually sent the shop a list so that all that has to be done was to pick them up.
He didn't mind being the earliest, he noticed that it only took him twenty minutes to finish. He walked back by himself, peeking in the package for the third time in a row to make sure the groceries were complete. He peered into some of the shops as he passed them by, smiling at the cheery activity he doesn't see often. He stopped himself from buying absolutely unnecessary Quidditch gear since he hasn't played in years. He walked on, biting his lip thoughtfully as he got to the intersection.
Although gardening was particularly challenging for Sylvester, he and Michelle made a fairly good team with it. Under her patient and careful instruction, Sylvester managed to get his part of the job done, although she ended up doing much more of the work. He steered clear of the Devil's Snare and they both left the grumpy looking gnomes wherever they were. Michelle excused herself while Sylvester continued with the little creatures. When he had turned to face her, she was gone and he felt stupid.
"See, you guys?" he said to the gnomes with a wistful sigh. "Don't mess the garden much, now. Just stay in the mini-garden I made." He ushered them away to a small and secluded corner of the garden.
Sylvester went back to the shed and arranged the tools in their proper slots. He can do that much, at least. He went outside and stretched, a little exhausted from having to be crumpled into a squatting position for a long time. He flexed his arms and flapped them until they became wings, the rest of his body shrunk and grew feathers until he was back into being an owl. He flew straight up and circled about, admiring the clean look of the garden before flying right back into his room, or attempting to...since his spell earlier also closed his window. He collided on the glass with an obnoxious thud and landed on the bushes on the ground. He recovered, cursing his disobedience to Dorothy and tried again, this time he flew into another room and transformed in midair, landing almost perfectly on his feet, feeling pretty good about himself. He went to his room to tidy up, returning to using magic. Cleaned from dirt, soil and the smell of earth, Sylvester put on a trench coat and took his bag of things to get repaired. He didn't look like the clumsy and weird animal lover but more like a professional magical creatures expert when he put on his father's coat.
He got out in time to see Dorothy opening doors and Michelle coming out of her room, looking tired. "Everyone enjoys garden duty," Dorothy said which made Sylvester nod happily, unaware of her sarcasm."I'll take care of this week's groceries, ma'am." he volunteered, knowing he didn't have much to do anyway.
"Don't forget your bags - I'm looking at you, Sylvester - always very important, even if it's not a mission..." Dorothy must be referring to a past mission where he completely forgot all his tools, but Sylvester was too excited to notice. He looked at his friends and smiled to the new members as Dorothy briefed them about the nearby village. If there was anything he needed, he would drop by Diagon Alley to visit his parents as well, and he didn't exactly like Mary-Anne's strange way of talking to him and calling him things like 'Handsome'. He knew she was just bullying him. What he didn't like even more than her was Portkeys.
After feeling like he was stuffed into a tube and shaken in all directions, a lovely scent filled his nostrils while his eyes adjusted to the warm spring sunlight. He froze when he realized that Amarisse's head was resting comfortably on his shoulders but the dead weight on his body was Luke's. He managed to move again when everyone was on their feet and his image of being a cool expert was gone completely with what was left of his ego.
Dorothy briefly oriented them on their schedule. Emily and Michelle went with her even before Sylvester could get up so he turned to the other three. "I'm buying groceries and dropping by Dervish and Banges. I don't really have much else to do. I'll see you later, I suppose. " Being the eldest and also the one with least solo tasks (Luke and Amarisse sometimes had things to do by themselves), Sylvester took it upon himself to do groceries and repair jobs, hoping it would make up for him breaking most of the things to begin with.
He didn't mind being the earliest, he noticed that it only took him twenty minutes to finish. He walked back by himself, peeking in the package for the third time in a row to make sure the groceries were complete. He peered into some of the shops as he passed them by, smiling at the cheery activity he doesn't see often. He stopped himself from buying absolutely unnecessary Quidditch gear since he hasn't played in years. He walked on, biting his lip thoughtfully as he got to the intersection.
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