Post by Lottie McCartney on Sept 15, 2007 14:29:10 GMT -5
Herbology had been something that had facinated Charlotte for years now. Though many didn't know, the brunette would frequent the greenhouses almost daily to help with watering and feeding the plant aswell as generally caring for them. She would pick weeds, cut off overgrown branches, and lose herself in her own little world while she would do it.
That day was no exception.
Smiling as she calmed down the Dandy Lions who had played up as soon as she'd entered (nothing new there, then), the brunette pulled a pair of minature shears out of her dungarees pocket ready to work on the pot plants. With the colder weather due to sneak in at any moment, taking them all by surprise, the pot plants would need extra work to get through the winter months, although she was sure even without her self-therapeutic muggle methods of garden-care, they'd make it through.
Her own addition to the greenhouse was the first to receive her attentions, a row of daisies - something to remind her of how she once was, the closest she would allow herself to go back. They'd always been so pretty and innocent... and the way she saw the flowers would always be the same, no matter who she was or how she felt.
Wyl had sometimes bought her some from... "Don't even go there," Charl whispered to herself, turning away from her favorites for a while to work on the Partying Petunias, who weren't moving around as much as they normally did. Pulling the "Disco Feed" from the top shelf, Charl mixed it in the watering can with some cold water to cool them off a little and poured it in. Ten minutes time, the low thrum of music would be coming from the pot and the flowers would be swaying from side to side, at the very least.
Tying her hair into two braids, Charl began humming a tune to herself as she went around the other plants. This was a place she belonged, most definitely.
That day was no exception.
Smiling as she calmed down the Dandy Lions who had played up as soon as she'd entered (nothing new there, then), the brunette pulled a pair of minature shears out of her dungarees pocket ready to work on the pot plants. With the colder weather due to sneak in at any moment, taking them all by surprise, the pot plants would need extra work to get through the winter months, although she was sure even without her self-therapeutic muggle methods of garden-care, they'd make it through.
Her own addition to the greenhouse was the first to receive her attentions, a row of daisies - something to remind her of how she once was, the closest she would allow herself to go back. They'd always been so pretty and innocent... and the way she saw the flowers would always be the same, no matter who she was or how she felt.
Wyl had sometimes bought her some from... "Don't even go there," Charl whispered to herself, turning away from her favorites for a while to work on the Partying Petunias, who weren't moving around as much as they normally did. Pulling the "Disco Feed" from the top shelf, Charl mixed it in the watering can with some cold water to cool them off a little and poured it in. Ten minutes time, the low thrum of music would be coming from the pot and the flowers would be swaying from side to side, at the very least.
Tying her hair into two braids, Charl began humming a tune to herself as she went around the other plants. This was a place she belonged, most definitely.