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Outside of the Greenhouses, near the back, there is a little space that Professor Meyers has claimed as his garden. There are various plants here, including all sorts of flowers, shrubs, bushes, and of course, plush, green grass. It's the perfect place on a sunny afternoon when there's a gentle breeze passing through, ruffling through the plants with its soft touch. The smell of fresh flowers wafts through the air. Professor Meyers cares for all of these plants and flowers himself. It is his passion.
Do not pick the flowers without his permission. He doesn't mind spreading the love, but there is a proper way to pick and cut flowers. Anyone is allowed to relax here, eat here, do homework. Professor Meyers encourages his students to be one with nature, and this is the perfect way to do so.
Need somewhere quiet and peaceful to relax? Here is the spot. Sometimes Professor Meyers will even softly play his banjo out here to give these plants some music, too.
It was a beautiful day. The afternoon after teaching all day was a blessed, blessed time for Paul Myers. With a glass of lemon water in hand, Paul was sprawled out among the flowers, his dog lying beside him as he scribbled a letter to Milton about his first few days back.
But he had fallen asleep. The weather was so nice...the sun was kissing his skin so gently, and the warm weather had made the man SOOOOO sleepy. A gentle, picturesque breeze blanketed him.
Where was a student with a sharpie? Now was the perfect opportunity.
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It was a beautiful day. The afternoon after teaching all day was a blessed, blessed time for Paul Myers. With a glass of lemon water in hand, Paul was sprawled out among the flowers, his dog lying beside him as he scribbled a letter to Milton about his first few days back.
But he had fallen asleep. The weather was so nice...the sun was kissing his skin so gently, and the warm weather had made the man SOOOOO sleepy. A gentle, picturesque breeze blanketed him.
Where was a student with a sharpie? Now was the perfect opportunity.
Abey didn't have any sharpies, actually. Actually, he wouldn't have known what a sharpie was if someone had mentioned them to him. What he did have, though, was a camera, one he had been gifted by his parents before coming to Hogwarts, so that he could take loads and loads and loads of photos and send them home to his mama and also to his brother and sister and also to his little cousins so that THEY could see what it was like here. That was better, and much easier, than trying to write it all down, and faster than paintings, though he would to do some of those.
His wanderings had brought him down to the Herbology greenhouses, which was of course amazingly colourful and felt like all sorts of rainbows were coming at him from all directions, so of course he took perhaps a bazillion photographs. Perhaps later he would use the colours in the pictures to inspire some paintings later, or perhaps he would simply gift the photos to Mairwen, who had always loved flowers.
One thing that did not escape Abey's notice was the sleeping professor nearby. Professor Myers, actually, because of course it was. Abey had approached, ever so quietly, with the sole intention of petting that adorable little dog lying down over here too. He had actually also snapped a photo of the dog, and then... started getting ideas.
Straightening up after petting the dog, Abey eyed the professor, then looked down at his own camera. It was... too good an opportunity to pass up, wasn't it?
It was.
Turning his back to the sleeping Professor Myers, Abey turned the camera back to face him, so that they were both hopefully in the shot. Giving a great big grin, he clicked the camera, and took a picture of them both, before giggling gleefully and lowering the camera again. He couldn't wait to show Junia; really, he wouldn't have done it at all had Junia not already expressed what a fun professor Myers was. He was Abey's MUSE. Kind of. Actually.
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Abey didn't have any sharpies, actually. Actually, he wouldn't have known what a sharpie was if someone had mentioned them to him. What he did have, though, was a camera, one he had been gifted by his parents before coming to Hogwarts, so that he could take loads and loads and loads of photos and send them home to his mama and also to his brother and sister and also to his little cousins so that THEY could see what it was like here. That was better, and much easier, than trying to write it all down, and faster than paintings, though he would to do some of those.
His wanderings had brought him down to the Herbology greenhouses, which was of course amazingly colourful and felt like all sorts of rainbows were coming at him from all directions, so of course he took perhaps a bazillion photographs. Perhaps later he would use the colours in the pictures to inspire some paintings later, or perhaps he would simply gift the photos to Mairwen, who had always loved flowers.
One thing that did not escape Abey's notice was the sleeping professor nearby. Professor Myers, actually, because of course it was. Abey had approached, ever so quietly, with the sole intention of petting that adorable little dog lying down over here too. He had actually also snapped a photo of the dog, and then... started getting ideas.
Straightening up after petting the dog, Abey eyed the professor, then looked down at his own camera. It was... too good an opportunity to pass up, wasn't it?
It was.
Turning his back to the sleeping Professor Myers, Abey turned the camera back to face him, so that they were both hopefully in the shot. Giving a great big grin, he clicked the camera, and took a picture of them both, before giggling gleefully and lowering the camera again. He couldn't wait to show Junia; really, he wouldn't have done it at all had Junia not already expressed what a fun professor Myers was. He was Abey's MUSE. Kind of. Actually.
Zelda awoke when Abey approached, her tail wagging eagerly as he got closer and closer. Was he going to pet her??? The collie HOPED SO.
SHE GOT A PEEEEETTTTTTTTT!!!! Zelda stood up when he stopped, wondering WHY THE HECK HE WOULD STOP and watched curiously as he did the thing with her human. Her human was ASLEEP. But she was tired of him being asleep, so as soon as the little human did the thing with the big human, she gave a
"RUFF!"
Paul awoke with a start, his bleary eyes seeing first the collie with her wagging tail and THEN the small Botros child. He smiled a little. "Hello, m'boy!" and he began to sip his lemon water as if he had never fallen asleep. "Wonderful day. I think I dozed off. Did I doze off, Zelda?" he asked, and the collie gave a RUFF RUFF. "I think I did," he smirked. Aaaaand he spotted the camera. "Are you taking pictures of the garden?"
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Zelda awoke when Abey approached, her tail wagging eagerly as he got closer and closer. Was he going to pet her??? The collie HOPED SO.
SHE GOT A PEEEEETTTTTTTTT!!!! Zelda stood up when he stopped, wondering WHY THE HECK HE WOULD STOP and watched curiously as he did the thing with her human. Her human was ASLEEP. But she was tired of him being asleep, so as soon as the little human did the thing with the big human, she gave a
"RUFF!"
Paul awoke with a start, his bleary eyes seeing first the collie with her wagging tail and THEN the small Botros child. He smiled a little. "Hello, m'boy!" and he began to sip his lemon water as if he had never fallen asleep. "Wonderful day. I think I dozed off. Did I doze off, Zelda?" he asked, and the collie gave a RUFF RUFF. "I think I did," he smirked. Aaaaand he spotted the camera. "Are you taking pictures of the garden?"
The dog woofing at him made Abey jump just a little bit, and he whirled back around again to face the professor and his pet. The professor who was now awake. Uhhhhhhmmm... had he seen? Had he noticed? Was he mad?
Turned out that answer to all of the above was actually no actually. Myers seemed in good spirits, so Abey smiled at him. Confidence. Think like Hassan, act like Hassan, BE like Hassan.
"Something like that. I love the colours and my best friend loves flowers and my cousins like when I send my photos of Hogwarts and also I like your dog." Just by the way. "Can I take a picture of you and... and Zelza?" That was a hard word to say. "I'm Abey." Okay, so Professor Myers probably definitely already knew that, but it was worth saying. "I was meant to be in your House."
Hogwarts house, not ACTUAL house. Hehe.
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Unable to bring himself inside the greenhouses yet, Rooney settled for tending to his thoughts in the midst of beautiful flowers. He hated to be alone, but just a few minutes a day wouldn't harm anyone, would it? He was plagued with a whole lot right now. Olivia, things and more Olivia. And then there was Minnie. Who was just as confusing now as she had been when they dated before. He knew that he wasn't ready for another girlfriend, and didn't even want one. But he did know that he was not going to avoid kissing people he had the urge to.
Unfortunately two of those people already had boyfriends.
Super duper unfortunate.
What wasn't unfortunate, was the peace and quiet that came with sitting inbetween rows of flowers with his eyes closed.
Unable to bring himself inside the greenhouses yet, Rooney settled for tending to his thoughts in the midst of beautiful flowers. He hated to be alone, but just a few minutes a day wouldn't harm anyone, would it? He was plagued with a whole lot right now. Olivia, things and more Olivia. And then there was Minnie. Who was just as confusing now as she had been when they dated before. He knew that he wasn't ready for another girlfriend, and didn't even want one. But he did know that he was not going to avoid kissing people he had the urge to.
Unfortunately two of those people already had boyfriends.
Super duper unfortunate.
What wasn't unfortunate, was the peace and quiet that came with sitting inbetween rows of flowers with his eyes closed.
Luce was on her way to the gardens to get away from everyone. Actually, planned on doing exactly what Roo was.
...ROONEY.
Lucy made sure to make enough noise for the boy to be aware of her presence without scaring him as she approached. She didn't know how jumpy he'd be after his experience, but was excited to see him well and out and about.
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Luce was on her way to the gardens to get away from everyone. Actually, planned on doing exactly what Roo was.
...ROONEY.
Lucy made sure to make enough noise for the boy to be aware of her presence without scaring him as she approached. She didn't know how jumpy he'd be after his experience, but was excited to see him well and out and about.
SHoot.
Rooney had just got used to having his eyes closed when he opened them and his body went stiff in spot. Having this knee-jerk reaction to any noise was annoying and he wished it would go away. But it was something he had accepted he would deal with for now until it did eventually disperse. Whenever that would be. "Hi Lucy," he said softly, managing a small smile for the Hufflepuff.
Rooney had just got used to having his eyes closed when he opened them and his body went stiff in spot. Having this knee-jerk reaction to any noise was annoying and he wished it would go away. But it was something he had accepted he would deal with for now until it did eventually disperse. Whenever that would be. "Hi Lucy," he said softly, managing a small smile for the Hufflepuff.
Lucy carefully watched the older boy. She lowered herself onto her knees beside him. "It's good to see you...How are you?" she asked. She had been quite worried for his and the others' safety. But if he didn't want to talk, she'd be just as glad to leave him be and find her own spot of the garden to relax in.
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Lucy carefully watched the older boy. She lowered herself onto her knees beside him. "It's good to see you...How are you?" she asked. She had been quite worried for his and the others' safety. But if he didn't want to talk, she'd be just as glad to leave him be and find her own spot of the garden to relax in.
Quietly, he moved so as to not disturb the flowers, but so he was in a position easy to get up off the ground and make a break for it back to the castle. It was weird being outside and looking at the castle, because honestly the last time he was doing that...was a few minutes before he thought he was going to die. Looking beside him to Lucy, Rooney shrugged. "Everyone keeps asking that... I don't know how to answer it, because I don't know how I feel." Which was the second most annoying question asked.
Quietly, he moved so as to not disturb the flowers, but so he was in a position easy to get up off the ground and make a break for it back to the castle. It was weird being outside and looking at the castle, because honestly the last time he was doing that...was a few minutes before he thought he was going to die. Looking beside him to Lucy, Rooney shrugged. "Everyone keeps asking that... I don't know how to answer it, because I don't know how I feel." Which was the second most annoying question asked.
The first was 'where is Liv?'
Sigh.
Of course. Lucy mentally beat on herself for being so stupid to ask him that. "I'm sorry..."
....He was probably sick of hearing that, too, right? Ugh.
"...Do you want a flower crown?" Because, they were in the garden, so...naturally.
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Of course. Lucy mentally beat on herself for being so stupid to ask him that. "I'm sorry..."
....He was probably sick of hearing that, too, right? Ugh.
"...Do you want a flower crown?" Because, they were in the garden, so...naturally.
Glad that Lucy was able to quickly stop with the questioning, Rooney smiled at her again. "There's no need to be sorry. No one got hurt." Seriously, anyway. He knew he would have to deal with everything in his thoughts, but he could get past it eventually. No one was dead. No limbs were lost. In the grand scheme of things, he supposed that it was all okay.
Other people didn't.
"We probably shouldn't be picking them.." Professor Myers wouldn't appreciate it, would he?
Glad that Lucy was able to quickly stop with the questioning, Rooney smiled at her again. "There's no need to be sorry. No one got hurt." Seriously, anyway. He knew he would have to deal with everything in his thoughts, but he could get past it eventually. No one was dead. No limbs were lost. In the grand scheme of things, he supposed that it was all okay.
Other people didn't.
"We probably shouldn't be picking them.." Professor Myers wouldn't appreciate it, would he?
...Oh, okay. "Everyone's concerned. That means you're loved." But that was enough of that.
Lucy laughed softly. "I think it'll be okay. I won't hurt them..." And she wouldn't say it, but she was pretty confident Professor Myers liked and trusted her enough to pick his flowers. Also, she was good at Herbology and plant tending.
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...Oh, okay. "Everyone's concerned. That means you're loved." But that was enough of that.
Lucy laughed softly. "I think it'll be okay. I won't hurt them..." And she wouldn't say it, but she was pretty confident Professor Myers liked and trusted her enough to pick his flowers. Also, she was good at Herbology and plant tending.
There was that word again... Loved. Rooney scoffed. "People are nosy and want to know what happened or they want to take our memories or samples or harass us with questions." That didn't feel like love. The only love he felt since getting back was from his sister, Brinlee. Everything else was too overwhelming. Everyone else was too overwhelming. That wasn't love. That was a pain.
And there were only a handful of people he wanted to love him. And none of them did.
There was that word again... Loved. Rooney scoffed. "People are nosy and want to know what happened or they want to take our memories or samples or harass us with questions." That didn't feel like love. The only love he felt since getting back was from his sister, Brinlee. Everything else was too overwhelming. Everyone else was too overwhelming. That wasn't love. That was a pain.
And there were only a handful of people he wanted to love him. And none of them did.
"Okay.. Nothing pink.."
Lucy blinked back the surprise at being scoffed at. That wasn't fair, Rooney. "I'm not being nosy." She only cared if he were okay. Because she didn't know what happened, so she wanted to make sure. And she wasn't going to ask...so not fair.
"Do you have a favorite color? Or flower?" Boys liked flowers, too.
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Lucy blinked back the surprise at being scoffed at. That wasn't fair, Rooney. "I'm not being nosy." She only cared if he were okay. Because she didn't know what happened, so she wanted to make sure. And she wasn't going to ask...so not fair.
"Do you have a favorite color? Or flower?" Boys liked flowers, too.
Well this was an immediate realisation that he had put his foot right in it and so the Ravenclaw frowned. "I..didn't mean you. I.. everyone..." It was easy for him to lose his tempter with people asking questions, because they all asked the exact same. How was he? Truth was, he didn't know and that was the root of all his annoyance with the question.
"I suppose I quite like purple." Did he like purple? Hm..
Rooney Bronwyn was in his garden, and Paul felt the need to considerably cheer the boy up. Mhmm. Lucy Potts was there, too, and he, of course, thought the girl was just TOO QUIET SO IT WAS TIME TO SPICE THINGS UP EH?
Armed with a banjo, Paul ducked into the garden VERY rapidly and stopped VERY suddenly in front of them, singing,
"WHEEEEENEEEVERRRRR I SEE SOMEONE, LESS FOOOOOOOOORTUNATE THAN I-"
Ahem, the next line cracked this old owl up, too,
"AND LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T LESS FORTUNATE THAAAAAAAN I?!"
and he pointed at Rooney. FINISH IT OFF BRO? BRUH? MATE? WHAT DID THE KIDS SAY?
He had looked up Wicked for you, Mr. Bronwyn. WICKED. THE MUGGLE SHAMBLE THAT WAS WICKED. Silly thoughts they had on magical folk. Milton hated Wicked. Paul had read him the screenplay as much as his husband would let him over the summer. It was weird, yes.
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Well this was an immediate realisation that he had put his foot right in it and so the Ravenclaw frowned. "I..didn't mean you. I.. everyone..." It was easy for him to lose his tempter with people asking questions, because they all asked the exact same. How was he? Truth was, he didn't know and that was the root of all his annoyance with the question.
"I suppose I quite like purple." Did he like purple? Hm..
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Rooney Bronwyn was in his garden, and Paul felt the need to considerably cheer the boy up. Mhmm. Lucy Potts was there, too, and he, of course, thought the girl was just TOO QUIET SO IT WAS TIME TO SPICE THINGS UP EH?
Armed with a banjo, Paul ducked into the garden VERY rapidly and stopped VERY suddenly in front of them, singing,
"WHEEEEENEEEVERRRRR I SEE SOMEONE, LESS FOOOOOOOOORTUNATE THAN I-"
Ahem, the next line cracked this old owl up, too,
"AND LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T LESS FORTUNATE THAAAAAAAN I?!"
and he pointed at Rooney. FINISH IT OFF BRO? BRUH? MATE? WHAT DID THE KIDS SAY?
He had looked up Wicked for you, Mr. Bronwyn. WICKED. THE MUGGLE SHAMBLE THAT WAS WICKED. Silly thoughts they had on magical folk. Milton hated Wicked. Paul had read him the screenplay as much as his husband would let him over the summer. It was weird, yes.
"It's okay," she said softly. See, you don't even have to apologize, Rooney. She understood and forgave you anyway. And you can continue being bitter to everyone else. Everyone else, not her please.
Lucy grinned. "Great! I was thinking irises....Irises would look great on you...and...." she trailed off looking at the surrounding flowers and trying to decide what to pair together...
...when Professor Myers made a grand entrance. Her grin widened at her head of house's banjo. Though, she had no idea what he was singing. It didn't sound like his usual. She giggled and looked over to Roo.
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"Good flower choice." Rooney confirmed with a nod and a smile, before they were interrupted. Could you call it interrupted when this was technically Professor Myers' garden and they were kind of intruding? And Lucy had been planning to pluck some of the flowers too! Definitely something they couldn't do now that a teacher was here.
He knew the song. He knew it off by heart and in perfect key. But he hadn't actually sang since all of the events.
SO Rooney sat quietly and looked between the floor, Miss Lucy Potts and Professor Myers. Sorry guys.
Aaaaand shook his finger more at Rooney. HELLLLLO ROONEY? He heard Lucy laughing, but...nothing from the Roonster??? More pointing. He even got a JAZZ HAND WIGGLE from the Herbology Professor...
but...
He frowned.
"Rooney...'m sorry...I thought...it would cheer you up." He stopped strumming his banjo and swung it onto his back, looking rather forlorn. "I'll be on my way, then. Mr. Bronwyn, Miss Potts," he nodded his head at them and went to point at a few beautiful, purple flowers. "These are some fantastic irises, yes. They would look nice on you both." Flower crowns or something? Hmm.
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"Good flower choice." Rooney confirmed with a nod and a smile, before they were interrupted. Could you call it interrupted when this was technically Professor Myers' garden and they were kind of intruding? And Lucy had been planning to pluck some of the flowers too! Definitely something they couldn't do now that a teacher was here.
He knew the song. He knew it off by heart and in perfect key. But he hadn't actually sang since all of the events.
SO Rooney sat quietly and looked between the floor, Miss Lucy Potts and Professor Myers. Sorry guys.
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Aaaaand shook his finger more at Rooney. HELLLLLO ROONEY? He heard Lucy laughing, but...nothing from the Roonster??? More pointing. He even got a JAZZ HAND WIGGLE from the Herbology Professor...
but...
He frowned.
"Rooney...'m sorry...I thought...it would cheer you up." He stopped strumming his banjo and swung it onto his back, looking rather forlorn. "I'll be on my way, then. Mr. Bronwyn, Miss Potts," he nodded his head at them and went to point at a few beautiful, purple flowers. "These are some fantastic irises, yes. They would look nice on you both." Flower crowns or something? Hmm.
....Rooney....?
....
...Lucy's giggles faded with her grin. Of course, she sympathized with Rooney and his traumatic experience, and his unwillingness to participate in something he loved....But she also sympathized with Professor Myers and his attempt to be happy going wrong...
Sorry, Rooney. Sorry, Professor.
But, hey! They totally had permission to pick the flowers! See, Rooney? She was a Professor Myers favorite. She offered the boy a small smile again. It was a good flower choice.
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Aaaaand shook his finger more at Rooney. HELLLLLO ROONEY? He heard Lucy laughing, but...nothing from the Roonster??? More pointing. He even got a JAZZ HAND WIGGLE from the Herbology Professor...
but...
He frowned.
"Rooney...'m sorry...I thought...it would cheer you up." He stopped strumming his banjo and swung it onto his back, looking rather forlorn. "I'll be on my way, then. Mr. Bronwyn, Miss Potts," he nodded his head at them and went to point at a few beautiful, purple flowers. "These are some fantastic irises, yes. They would look nice on you both." Flower crowns or something? Hmm.
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....Rooney....?
....
...Lucy's giggles faded with her grin. Of course, she sympathized with Rooney and his traumatic experience, and his unwillingness to participate in something he loved....But she also sympathized with Professor Myers and his attempt to be happy going wrong...
Sorry, Rooney. Sorry, Professor.
But, hey! They totally had permission to pick the flowers! See, Rooney? She was a Professor Myers favorite. She offered the boy a small smile again. It was a good flower choice.
"I don't need cheering up." He muttered, before pulling his knees closer to him again. Why was it that people assumed he needed cheering up or interrogating. "I just came outside to think and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now." Okay, so that was a little bit dramatic, but he was Rooney Bronwyn and did they not really expect that sort of dramatics?
He felt bad for Professor Myers, because the man looked put out that Rooney didn't want this to be happening. But it was hard for Roo to be super grand and singing stage songs.
Honestly, he wanted to be in Paris with his parents and youngest siblings. Not here. Not where he didn't feel safe.
And Lucy just wanted to put the flowers on his head. Ugh. "You could help Lucy make flower crowns, Sir..."
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