Knight of Flowers • Beater Amateur Hero • Dork
After a whole semester of raising a mandrake from infancy to adulthood, only to find out that it would be murdered to make potions for patients in St Mungo's, to say that Lysander was upset was an understatement. It wasn't fair of the professor to tell them what would happen on the very last day, and while the boy hadn't always liked the screaming plant, he'd put a lot of time and effort into helping him grow, and a part of him had come to love his mandrake. It wasn't just a plant, it had as much personality and life as the animals in his life, and dare he say, more personality than some of the people. Using mandrakes to save the lives of people was fine, but they were still alive, and had so much more time left to live. He couldn't understand why they didn't wait until the mandrakes had peacefully died of old age before chopping them up first, at the very least.
To try take his mind off of his mandrakes fate, Lysander had come to the garden with the goal of simply helping to look after some of the plants in the Wild Patch. Now that Mhairi had knighted him, he wanted to spend more time being involved, and any excuse to hang around outside in the sun was a good one. Yet all the plants and flowers in the garden seemed to do was remind him of Owen, his mandrake, and how much he'd grown under his care. He lowered his watering can and slumped down on the grass with a sad sigh. It didn't feel right.