 Lotus' Star - Post 5 Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!]
Taking the stairs two steps at a time, Lottie arrived earlier than usual. There was one other thing she did differently today, she went straight to the closet instead of letting her eyes wander through the stars on the counter.
She was too keen on assuming that hers was the brightest one as usual. So, after cleaning the lab coat and the goggles, her eyes noticed the unsual glow of a star that seemed to be the brightest indeed. The brightest BLUE.
It happened to be occupying Lemon's place, but it couldn't be, right? Right? Right. Because if it was blue that meant that the temperature was too hot and all the rising heat will kill it! Well, she didn't feel like having a 'NOT Jeffery' in her hands...so she actually checked first if it was her star.
Yes, the brightest blue star of them all was, in fact, Lemon.
"I'm NEVER calling you Lemony, you're not behaving at all!" Lotus scolded her star as she took the jar to the nearest working station and put her goggles on. She knew what spell to use this time, without having to take out her notes, and she knew she was to blame because she'd used the temperature spell on her past visit, but she was too enthralled in the blue glow that she just sat there, looking at the jar, almost smiling.
Until she realized Lemon was probably undergoing torture right now. Like when the Groundskeeper took Mags from her. That had been torture to Lotus Wisteria.
"Right. I'm sorry. You're just so pretty in blue." TRUE.
Wand out. "Dextrini Potitus!" she said, as she did the jab with the flick downward until the dreaded color yellow returned.
Could it be that Lemon actually didn't like her color? Lottie understood this perfectly well. "You may not like it, but you're a yellow star, you're supposed to stay yellow, Lemon. And be bright and proud of being a star, okay?" She was running out of things to say to a star, really.
The one thing she did open was the journal, and she scribbled on it again before putting Lemon back on the counter, she tapped on the lid twice again and smiled, "Oh, and wish us luck for Quidditch," she added, just as she turned to place the lab coat and goggles on the closet.
Quidditch. A sport she truly didn't like much, but it was good exercise.
Okay. Off we go! Thanks for the luck, Lemon! |