safe in the sound
Who: Sigyn/open thread
Where: A greenhouse
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Thankfully, the days were longer. After all, it was the best time to tend to plants, well, most of them. There were still others that were more particular about their tending hours.
Herbology was more of a hobby than a potential career path, but Sigyn's thumb was the greenest. Sleeves rolled up and her Hufflepuff tie loosened, her hands were deep in the soil. She had offered to transfer the Flutterby Bushes to bigger pots for extra credit and had been so busy doing so that she had forgotten entirely about dinner and about other engagements. Sigyn often spread herself thin when it came to such things, immediately offering her help to any who asked for it.
"In you go," she trilled to the bush as she gently, gently lifted it. Lovely things, they were, and shy. She could almost understand how they felt, trembling whenever anyone else, mostly normal-sized witches and wizards covered in dirt and donning grubby gloves, tried to touch them.