safe in the sound

[perenials]

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

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[shchenkov]

Piotr had decided to take a walk after dinner, wanting to get some fresh air. There had been a lot on his mind, recently, and he found that taking walks tended to help. It allowed him to take a step back and evaluate some things.

He was pulled from his reverie, however, when he happened upon Sigyn. She was a year younger than him, but she was in his house so he saw her frequently. He even really enjoyed the girl, she was nice. He was just usually rather quiet, so they didn't often talk. He wondered if she realized how late it had gotten, though. He poked his head inside the greenhouse, a little apologetic for interrupting. "Erm, Sigyn?"

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A somewhat familiar face, at least. She looked up with a smile, friendly but shy all the same.

"Pete. Hello," she greeted him, waving a gloved hand, much warmer than she would be towards anyone else who might approach. "I'm nearly done here."

[shchenkov]

He gave her an apologetic smile as he entered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt," he insisted. He looked over her Flutterbys - she was doing a good job of it. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing. He thought he remembered that she enjoyed Herbology. "I just wanted to be sure you knew what time it was. There is dinner in the Great Hall. Er-- Did you want help? I do not mind helping."

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"You weren't interrupting anything," she assured him with a half smile, busy moving the now empty pots onto the shelf in the corner of the greenhouse.

His next sentence surprised her and she quickly glanced over her shoulder with raised eyebrows. "That - that's thoughtful of you! I completely forgot about ... hunger." Sigyn crinkled her nose as she laughed. "I don't think I need help here, though, thank you."

[veneficusvireo]

While much of his time outside of class was spent surrounded by books when he didn't have practice, sometimes the castle felt oppressive. Loki had studied as long as he could, but finally he'd needed to get out and his feet had found their way to the greenhouses. He paused outside the door when he heard a voice inside and had to conquer the urge to test a Disillusionment Charm and slip inside unseen, but that would be rude.

This was someone he wasn't entirely sure he knew. A Hufflepuff, clearly, but not a sixth-year. "Bit late for transplanting," he said, glancing at the rows of bushes already finished. She'd been down here for hours, if she'd done all of them.

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She wasn't startled to find that she was no longer alone. Though often in her own little world, she was more in tune with the vegetation of the land, and could hear footsteps as they approached. She had seen him before, though had, more often than not, avoided much confrontation with any Slytherins.

"I - hadn't noticed the time pass," she admitted sheepishly, giving a shrug of her shoulders as she pulled one glove off her hand to brush her fringe away from her forehead.

"I'm done, really. I - oh, I've missed dinner, haven't I?"

[veneficusvireo]

"Yes, if you've been down here as long as I suspect," Loki said as he sidestepped an idle tentacula and strolled down the greenhouse, looking at the various plants with vague interest. Herbology isn't his favorite subject, but as with every subject, he does his best to excel.

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"It's a hobby of mine," she explained in a breath. "I also get extra credit for my help."

Extra credit she didn't need necessarily, but the points she liked all the same. Sigyn tugged the other glove off her hand, finger by finger - the gloves went on the hook by the door. It was then that she realized she must have been a right mess and began, in vain, brushing the dirt off her pleated skirt.