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sweetpinkpixie · Yesterday, 03:25 AM

The crisp, damp air of the Hogwarts grounds had a way of stirring Nyle’s senses, urging him to explore deeper into the forested areas near the edge of the castle while not actually venturing much into them at all - the Forbidden Forest had this eerie draft about it, you see. His fingers, nimble from of handling delicate plants while helping mum in the backyard gardens, had brushed through the undergrowth as he foraged, pausing now and then to examine an interesting leaf, a curious root, or a cluster of mushrooms. His pouch, already brimming with newly discovered specimens, had grown heavier, but he hadn't minded. As the shadows of the afternoon stretched long across the grounds, Nyle made his way toward the greenhouses, the familiar sight of glass panes and curling ivy offering a sense of comfort and reinvigorating his tired knees and palms. Inside Greenhouse 6, the air was thick with the mingling scents of damp soil, moss, and the delicate perfumes of blooming flowers - though he mostly smelled the dirt under his nails, smeared across his palms, and clinging to the knees of his trousers. Nyle inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he allowed the atmosphere to envelop him like a warm blanket or his mum's embrace.

His project for the moment was something close to his heart, a research study on crossbreeding certain types of rare herbs that could have potential medicinal applications through the aroma of their blossoms - aroma therapy, sort of. He had been thinking about it for weeks, months even, but today, after the quiet solitude of his walk, felt like the perfect time to begin and perhaps even better that he waited until this term. Nyle spread his findings across the table, carefully placing each plant specimen in front of him, taking note of the smallest details: the texture of the leaves, the veins in the petals, the faint sparkle of dew caught on the edges. He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, already filled with observations from earlier in the day, and began to sketch, his pencil moving quickly across the page as he sketched each specimen for reference purposes As he worked, his thoughts wandered, lost in the quiet methodical rhythm of the task. He had always found comfort in plants—how their presence seemed to ease the noise of the world. His connection to them, a bond forged over years of quiet observation and many an hour spent simply lying in the lush grass in the backyard, was something he never took for granted. He didn’t need to speak much to feel understood here, in the presence of these plants. With them, he could simply be.

Unlike Iris - who could seemingly simply be wherever she pleased.

A slight smile tugged at his lips as he reached for one of the new specimens he had foraged—the tiny, almost translucent clusters of flowers he had spotted near the edge of the forest almost invisible thanks to the shadow cast by the castle's towers. Its petals shimmered in the soft light of the greenhouse, and as he gently cradled it between his fingers, a fleeting sensation rippled through him—a momentary whisper, like a memory just beyond reach...as if the plant held a memory it couldn’t quite share. Nyle paused, his brow furrowing in concentration. He wasn’t entirely sure what the sensation meant as he returned the flower to his workbench with the rest of his findings. “You are quuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite a long way from home, aren’t you?” Nyle mused softly to the flower, his voice laced with quiet wonder. His warm cerulean eyes flicked between the delicate, almost crystal-like petals and the pages of his well-worn reference book.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,903 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	for Nina & her Valerie :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The crisp, damp air of the Hogwarts grounds had a way of stirring Nyle’s senses, urging him to explore deeper into the forested areas near the edge of the castle while not actually venturing much into them at all - the Forbidden Forest had this eerie draft about it, you see. His fingers, nimble from of handling delicate plants while helping mum in the backyard gardens, had brushed through the undergrowth as he foraged, pausing now and then to examine an interesting leaf, a curious root, or a cluster of mushrooms. His pouch, already brimming with newly discovered specimens, had grown heavier, but he hadn't minded. As the shadows of the afternoon stretched long across the grounds, Nyle made his way toward the greenhouses, the familiar sight of glass panes and curling ivy offering a sense of comfort and reinvigorating his tired knees and palms. Inside Greenhouse 6, the air was thick with the mingling scents of damp soil, moss, and the delicate perfumes of blooming flowers - though he mostly smelled the dirt under his nails, smeared across his palms, and clinging to the knees of his trousers. Nyle inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he allowed the atmosphere to envelop him like a warm blanket or his mum's embrace. His project for the moment was something close to his heart, a research study on crossbreeding certain types of rare herbs that could have potential medicinal applications through the aroma of their blossoms - aroma therapy, sort of. He had been thinking about it for weeks, months even, but today, after the quiet solitude of his walk, felt like the perfect time to begin and perhaps even better that he waited until this term. Nyle spread his findings across the table, carefully placing each plant specimen in front of him, taking note of the smallest details: the texture of the leaves, the veins in the petals, the faint sparkle of dew caught on the edges. He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, already filled with observations from earlier in the day, and began to sketch, his pencil moving quickly across the page as he sketched each specimen for reference purposes As he worked, his thoughts wandered, lost in the quiet methodical rhythm of the task. He had always found comfort in plants—how their presence seemed to ease the noise of the world. His connection to them, a bond forged over years of quiet observation and many an hour spent simply lying in the lush grass in the backyard, was something he never took for granted. He didn’t need to speak much to feel understood here, in the presence of these plants. With them, he could simply be. Unlike Iris - who could seemingly simply be wherever she pleased. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he reached for one of the new specimens he had foraged—the tiny, almost translucent clusters of flowers he had spotted near the edge of the forest almost invisible thanks to the shadow cast by the castle's towers. Its petals shimmered in the soft light of the greenhouse, and as he gently cradled it between his fingers, a fleeting sensation rippled through him—a momentary whisper, like a memory just beyond reach...as if the plant held a memory it couldn’t quite share. Nyle paused, his brow furrowing in concentration. He wasn’t entirely sure what the sensation meant as he returned the flower to his workbench with the rest of his findings. “You are quuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite a long way from home, aren’t you?” Nyle mused softly to the flower, his voice laced with quiet wonder. His warm cerulean eyes flicked between the delicate, almost crystal-like petals and the pages of his well-worn reference book. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes