- Messages
- 28
- OOC First Name
- Donna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 4/2042
Open After Rowan
Bea sat with the flowers she had picked spread out in front of her. She had picked them secretly, hoping no one was watching, because she had a feeling that she wasn't actually supposed to be picking the flowers, but they looked so pretty and she just wanted to have some next to her bed. Her dad usually let her pick flowers when they went for a walk, and her mother was always so appreciative of them, but for some reason picking from this garden didn't particularly feel legal.
But now that the Gryffindor girl sat with them, she wasn't sure that she liked the deep purple mixing with the oranges; it wasn't entirely the look she was going for. Feeling like she had some time to spare, Bea leaned forward and separated the pastels from the neons, and put the colours that matched next to each other. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with one set of the flowers - she was probably going to keep the brighter ones, but as for the pastels; she knew Riley nor Ben would appreciate them...perhaps they'd have to go to Aunty Cyndi. Bea hummed to herself as she started putting the brighter flowers together, swapping their positions until she was sure they looked perfect.
Bea sat with the flowers she had picked spread out in front of her. She had picked them secretly, hoping no one was watching, because she had a feeling that she wasn't actually supposed to be picking the flowers, but they looked so pretty and she just wanted to have some next to her bed. Her dad usually let her pick flowers when they went for a walk, and her mother was always so appreciative of them, but for some reason picking from this garden didn't particularly feel legal.
But now that the Gryffindor girl sat with them, she wasn't sure that she liked the deep purple mixing with the oranges; it wasn't entirely the look she was going for. Feeling like she had some time to spare, Bea leaned forward and separated the pastels from the neons, and put the colours that matched next to each other. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with one set of the flowers - she was probably going to keep the brighter ones, but as for the pastels; she knew Riley nor Ben would appreciate them...perhaps they'd have to go to Aunty Cyndi. Bea hummed to herself as she started putting the brighter flowers together, swapping their positions until she was sure they looked perfect.