 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Professor DeVries certainly knows how to throw a party,’’ Jude remarked, slipping his left hand through Keighley’s right. He was, of course, thinking of the other time{s} the Herbology Professor had thrown festivities. “The Greenhouses look better than ever,’’ he continued. As he and his sister approached greenhouse five, his eyes lit up further at the sight of the food; that herbal tea was calling his name loud and clear. He’d have a glass {or two} after greeting DeVries.
“Hi, professor! Loving the look of everything so far!’’ Indeed he did! Actually, he was in an extra bright mood today. “It’s nice to have the greenhouses back in their glory.” Look, even the pretty butterflies seemed to think so. Jude watched blankly as a few dozen {Peacock} butterflies rustle gently past him to mingle among Keighley, DeVries and the others gathered so far. One landed on his mop of dark hair but he was quite oblivious to it. |