Daisy had been curious about the Creative Practice Room ever since she started Hogwarts but it had only been very recently that her muse had kicked in. She entered the room and looked around, pondering as to what she was going to make. She was contemplating knitting something for her family and so she headed towards the knitting patterns and sat down to browse through them.

Gaston ventured out of his office and down the hall to the practice room. It was probably time to restock the supplies; it had been a while since he checked in on things there. Besides, his wife's birthday wasn't far away, and the practice room was the perfect place to make a card for her.

He peered inside, hoping not to find the place a mess. So far, so good. There was no paint splatters on the walls or wood shavings littering the floor. He opened the top drawer of the craft cart to inspect the supplies, and as he was reorganizing the spools of thread, he smiled, noticing a familiar face. "Hello, Daisy," he greeted the Hufflepuff as he approached. His blue eyes fell to the patterns she was looking at. "Any ideas what you'd like to make?"

Daisy smiled at Professor Marchand. "Hello, sir. I am thinking of making some kind of embroidery that can be framed and hung up on the wall at home. However, I am struggling to find a pattern that I am fond of."

She kept on carefully studying the patterns. Maybe she didn't need a pattern, only her imagination.

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Daisy smiled at Professor Marchand. "Hello, sir. I am thinking of making some kind of embroidery that can be framed and hung up on the wall at home. However, I am struggling to find a pattern that I am fond of."

She kept on carefully studying the patterns. Maybe she didn't need a pattern, only her imagination.

Gaston returned Daisy's smile, though his expression changed slightly at her words. "I understand," he said, his eyes scanning the patterns on the table in front of her. It didn't look like a very wide selection, but admittedly, embroidery wasn't something he had a lot of experience with; he'd only used sewing for more practical purposes, such as mending rips in his clothes. "I can see about ordering more patterns," he added, making a mental note to contact the craft shop in London where he ordered supplies. "In the meantime, you can try making your own. Did you have a particular design in mind?"

Daisy just gave him an idea! What if instead of making a paper card for Rose, he made her an embroidered one? There was no telling how it would turn out, but he could give it a try. If nothing else, it was something out of the ordinary. "Would you mind if I look at these when you're finished?" he asked, taking a seat at the table across from Daisy.

Daisy thought for a moment then an idea popped into her head. "I think I will do a flying broomstick and one of my cat. I know those images by heart which will make things a bit easier."

When Professor Marchand asked if he could look at what she assumed was the patterns, Daisy replied with a, "Of course, sir!"

Daisy then got to beginning her first embroidery which was the broomstick. She decided to do one showcasing her own model of broomstick, a Firebolt X-Treme. She grabbed black yarn to represent the ebony handle, brown yarn to represent the hazel twigs, silver yarn for the metal parts and some gold yarn for the registration number. She then grabbed some quilting cotton as the "canvas".

Daisy then grabbed her wand from her pocket and began with the black yarn by aiming her wand at it and saying, "Locomotor necto." She kept moving her wand until she had embroidered an ebony Firebolt X-Treme handle onto her canvas. She then swapped the black yarn for the brown yarn and embroidered the hazel twigs of her broom.