#20 - Gardens

“Son?” Lucius said to Draco, watching as his own son water and plant beautiful and colorful flowers. “What in Merlin’s beard are you doing?” Draco looked up to his perplexed father, and a frightened look was pasted on his face.

“I’m…I’m…watering these flowers.” Draco said. “Mother asked me to!” Lucius glared at his son, shaking his head. For a split second, it sounded as if he would start growling angrily anytime soon. But then Lucius withdrew his maddened gaze and set up a strict, yet calm face.

“Hmph. You might as well move in with the Weasley’s and cast a knitting charm on the first set of socks you plan on knitting.”

“But I—“

“No buts! Just…go inside.” Lucius pulled Draco away from the plants and pushed him towards the house. As soon as his son was out of sight, he leaned closer to the flowers, taking in the smell. “How very pretty these flowers are…” Suddenly, he shot straight back up as soon as he heard the upset muttering of his wife, Narcissa and the trembling words of Draco.

“Go back and tend to the garden! And don’t you interfere, Lucius!” Nodding, Lucius quickly walked inside.