Avalon was trying to be hopeful. Really, really, trying. But as soon as Professor Flamsteed mentioned the Patronus charm, her heart sank again. She had been so close to achieving it that one day...before being locked in the stupid room. Without a wand. Not that she'd even be able to produce it anymore. There was nothing left to be happy about.

She contemplated where she wanted to plant her cornflowers. Her first thought was to plant them where all the tents were—either near the lake or the courtyard. The Neo-Alliance surely needed some joy in their lives. They were miserable people. Plus, she wanted them to know that they couldn't get rid of all happiness. But she knew that venturing into that territory could get herself killed, so she settled for a neutral area—still a fair distance away from the Black Lake, but close enough for its members to see it were they to pass by.

After digging a small hole, she cast the spell. "Floribus Ordinare." Nothing happened. Not that she was very surprised. Avalon never was very good at Herbology. And there wasn't much heart behind her incanctation. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the birds chirping in the trees and the smell of spring. As if those were the only things that mattered. "Floribus Ordinare," she said again, flicking her wand. The flowers started to move, albeit slowly, arranging themselves into neat arrangement. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it would do for now. At least she got something out of it. Sighing, she knelt down and covered the hole with some dirt.