- Messages
- 552
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- Emzies
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- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 9" Flexible Maple Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 2/2026
If there was one thing which had come from the most recent brush with authority for Lydia was that she had no strength in her own convictions about things, no matter how she tried it was just impossibly hard for her to believe in anything as strongly as she'd watched the leader of the wild patch believe in it. The teen hadn't known how strongly a person could believe in a thing, she'd never seen anyone stand so firmly on ground she hadn't thought could exist specifically in front of Professor Styx who ultimately terrified her, but it was something that made her feel like she needed to at least work on it, just unsure of where she might begin, in her mind the wild patch was supposed to just be where they sat around and discussed plants but it had been made truly wild in the plans which she'd noticed. Already though more had been done in the small time with this person in charge than previously, and it was what she was currently dealing with.
It was the tail end of Lydia's turn to mind the plants to see how they were doing in the little allotted section of the garden for the wild patch, where vegetables and herbs grew and were able to be given to the house-elves to then use. The girl had been more than happy to do that, and she was happy to just get her hands dirty and just get entirely stuck in. She had finished up, but instead of heading back to the school, she'd stayed in the garden at the bench just outside of the little area with a box of flowers beside her, she had been working on flower crowns at all odd occasions and she really enjoyed making them. It was fun to her to be able to do such a thing and so she did it, it helped her mind think about what they'd done, what they were doing, and she felt at ease as her fingers knotted the flowers together like they'd been shown to create a fair attempt at a flower crown, thinking back to the protest and what she had experienced at that.
It was the tail end of Lydia's turn to mind the plants to see how they were doing in the little allotted section of the garden for the wild patch, where vegetables and herbs grew and were able to be given to the house-elves to then use. The girl had been more than happy to do that, and she was happy to just get her hands dirty and just get entirely stuck in. She had finished up, but instead of heading back to the school, she'd stayed in the garden at the bench just outside of the little area with a box of flowers beside her, she had been working on flower crowns at all odd occasions and she really enjoyed making them. It was fun to her to be able to do such a thing and so she did it, it helped her mind think about what they'd done, what they were doing, and she felt at ease as her fingers knotted the flowers together like they'd been shown to create a fair attempt at a flower crown, thinking back to the protest and what she had experienced at that.