Consequence
Miss Euphemia Andrews hardly knew what to think, tossing and turning as she tumbled down the pavement. Her body bumping into the metal bars of the birdcage. All she heard was an ungodly shriek, thinking it was that horrid young girl who had dazed her, before realising it had been her making that noise all along.
Caruso had not flung her of his own free will, she knew that much. He had been such a good little bird. Despite his lack of singing.
No, it was that wicked woman.
Her withered hands pushed open the birdcage, her surroundings shrinking back to normal size as she stepped out.
"How dare you!" she howled, spinning round to point her long, bony finger at the new nanny.
But when she came face to face with her, even a few houses away, the look on the sorceress's face silenced the words at the back of her throat. A terrible feeling settled in her chest, some nervous flutter. She had never seen such a look in all her life.
Miss Euphemia Andrews climbed back into that taxi cab before another word was said. Was she apologetic? Unlikely. But somewhere, deep in those crystal blue eyes, she had seen the consequences of her actions. And she would rather not face them.