#imnotmagical

“ It’s not just a bit of water when you’re wearing multiple layers. ” Ford grumbled, putting his glasses back on. He was planing his revenge-- she would not stay dry  for long. He extended his arm out towards Beatrice, hopefully no sign of malice  on his face. 

“ Wait, what, what are you doing-- NO-- ”

It was too late, the force was the shove already hit his body, and he was stumbling sideways towards the water. His arms shot out at the girl who pushed him to his watery doom, desperately trying to stop his fall-- or bring her down with him.

“ SHIT-- ”

But it was no use, and his fingers only grazed her arm before he was too far over the edge of the dock. So he fell into water. 

He hoped the splash hit Beatrice at the very least. He was angry; he was completely soaked, his hair hung over over his face, and it was likely his shoes wouldn't be dry for days. At least he didn’t have his journals on hand, he would of been f u r i o u s in that case. He let out a sound of frustration, taking off his glasses, and wiping his face in a weak attempt to clear the water from his face.

                                                     Will you go over the garden wall, imnotmagical?