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A month had passed since the dell had arrived on the island. After the initial shock, Harry had decided just to ignore it, on the grounds that it couldn't do him any harm now. Now the snow had melted and the trees had begun to grow leaves, it no longer looked like the place he remembered, and it was no work to put it out of his mind and move on by.
Meanwhile, everybody seemed to be receiving little gifts - or in some cases, not so little gifts. (Harry was beginning to get a little sick of constantly having to dodge Zell on that damn flying plank of his.) Some of them were good, some of them were bad, and in some cases, they were just a bit disappointing. Harry had been holding out that the packets of flower seeds he'd found on his nightstand one morning weren't his real gift, but the month was nearly over and nothing else had turned up.
Why flower seeds, though? He'd never gardened in his life. His family hadn't even had a garden back home. The only reason Harry could even tell flowers apart was due to picking them out to give to girls, and none of that was likely to happen around here.
Then, one day, he'd been thinking it over (it'd been a slow day), and the connection had suddenly become apparent. The island had given him a plot of land, and now it wanted him to do something with it. He'd managed to find some tools in the Compound, the bookshelf had for once been kind and obliged with a manual on the subject, and thus, Harry was now on his hands and knees in the dell, hard at work planting - he glanced over to check the open packet. Oh, of course. Peace lilies.
[All tags welcome, and a good time to meet him. The dell, in case you're wondering, is located a little way north of the Officer's Club.]
Meanwhile, everybody seemed to be receiving little gifts - or in some cases, not so little gifts. (Harry was beginning to get a little sick of constantly having to dodge Zell on that damn flying plank of his.) Some of them were good, some of them were bad, and in some cases, they were just a bit disappointing. Harry had been holding out that the packets of flower seeds he'd found on his nightstand one morning weren't his real gift, but the month was nearly over and nothing else had turned up.
Why flower seeds, though? He'd never gardened in his life. His family hadn't even had a garden back home. The only reason Harry could even tell flowers apart was due to picking them out to give to girls, and none of that was likely to happen around here.
Then, one day, he'd been thinking it over (it'd been a slow day), and the connection had suddenly become apparent. The island had given him a plot of land, and now it wanted him to do something with it. He'd managed to find some tools in the Compound, the bookshelf had for once been kind and obliged with a manual on the subject, and thus, Harry was now on his hands and knees in the dell, hard at work planting - he glanced over to check the open packet. Oh, of course. Peace lilies.
[All tags welcome, and a good time to meet him. The dell, in case you're wondering, is located a little way north of the Officer's Club.]