It wasn't every day that the blonde herbologist grudgingly made her way to the greenhouses. There was seldom any grudge involved. The greenhouses were her sanctuary, the centre of her universe when she was here at Hogwarts. It was the product of her time and effort, and she had put her heart and soul into making sure it was maintained, that new stocks were brought in and that they all, blossomed and flourished. So this mornings grudge could only be attributed to the nasty weather. It was relentless...

Quickly hurrying into greenhouse one, her head bowed against the wind, Seren expected to be overcome with a warmth that could only be felt when the wind wasn't at her back. But that didn't come, even after the door was closed.

"What in the..." she muttered, her words lost to the sound of the wind blowing THROUGH her greenhouse.

Her blue eyes darted every which way... left, right, up, down, and a panorama of the greenhouse served to do two things. First, to confirm her worst fear, and second... to break her heart.