Necessary Gardening

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell could barely believe that he was now a fifth year, he could barely believe that he was back at the school for his fifth year, the break had been amazing and it was almost disappointing that he had to return to the school, after spending so much time doing so much in the break, in all his reading, in all the time he'd spent with Archie in Australia, and then the time he'd spent with members of his community in France at the huge protest the teen was energized and excited to be back at the school, he wasn't too sure what he had planned for this year, but he was thoroughly enjoying the prospects that this school would bring him, he couldn't wait for it really. The teen smiled happily to himself as he slipped into his comfortable clothes before then making his way through the school to the grounds.

The teen's hair was dyed a bright green colour, almost neon green and he made his way through the grounds until he made it to the gardens and finally the wild patch of the gardens, he couldn't believe it. Things had become a little overgrown, but it seemed to all be in order, and the teen just smiled to himself as he took off his shoes and socks, rolling up his trouser legs as he walked into the gardens, looking at the different plants, picking up some of the dead leaves and collecting them in his hands, and moving them around into the ground properly so that they would help the soil of the ground. Orwell began watering the plants and then once he had picked what he needed, he moved to the new area of the gardens he'd asked for, a little extension of the thriving garden which Orwell had built, and with this, he began planting again, going through the process of picking the new plants that he wanted in this area, all too soon, the boy was on his hands and knees slowly making his way up and down, planting each with great care, not caring at the mud deep in his nails, staining his face or clothes, he was happy he'd had such a great holiday but also glad to be back.
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[Eleanor Hope]

Hogwarts. Eleanor never thought that she'd be able to see such a place. At times it was a bit overwhelming for her but, then again, it was the start of a 'new chapter' as she liked to call it. It meant that Eleanor was growing up and she had to start to become more independent. She couldn't rely on her parents anymore to tell her what to do and that was probably a good thing for Eleanor. She didn't really like getting told what to do most of the time anyway so that wasn't the thing that bothered her. Mainly it was the fact that she'd have to be spending such a long time away from her parents and she knew she was going to miss them. Luckily, she was still able to write letters to them, hence the pet owl her parents had bought her prior to coming to Hogwarts. She was sure she was going to be just fine.

The sun was shining brightly as Eleanor made her way through to the Hogwarts grounds. She was going to go explore them again and hopefully find something new. In the distance she spotted plants and that was where she was heading. Hopefully, these plants weren't dangerous like the ones that Eleanor's mother had told her about. They seemed quite safe and Eleanor knew that it was fine to go over there. "Oooh!" she exclaimed as she walked over to a bright pink plant. She wasn't sure where she wandered off to but the plants were lovely at this point of the school and Eleanor couldn't help but admire them. Suddenly she heard movement and she froze, hiding behind the nearest bush. It was a boy with ridiculous hair. He looked very dirty working in the garden and Eleanor took a sigh of relief, supposing that it was probably just one of the workers at Hogwarts. "Hello!" she said, stepping out from behind the bush. "Is this your garden? It's very beautiful."

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell loved working in the gardens so much, he found his calm in the plants of the garden he helped build, the teen had no problems with just having fun like this, even there were more fun things in this world, he loved it, he loved this world. It was just easy to do, and the teen had a smile lingering on his face as he worked slowly and methodically on the garden which had been give time to grow during the break, he'd gotten some of the elves to help him with it, but of course he couldn't ask too much of them, couldn't do too much. The teen was a little startled however when a voice spoke and he glanced out at the girl who was stepping out from within the bush, he grinned at her happily, wondering what she had been doing in the bushes. He ran a dirty hand through the bright green hair and just shook his head at her, as much as he wanted this to be his garden it just wasn't, this little section, the growing section was the wild patch's to tend to.

"No, it's not, well," Orwell stood up, "The garden is everyone's, I can't claim ownership, but this specific section is for the Wild Patch Club to grow things, we collectively use it and look after it, it's part of the wild patch's role in the gardens," he told her, motioning to the area he was in and to where it ended, "I'm the leader of the wild patch club," he explained to her as he grabbed another handful of a different set of seeds before reading the back of the packet to be sure he could use them properly, "The garden's a bit unruly after the holidays, the only things that aren't are the vegetables which we grow for the kitchens," he said to her with a small shrug, as he made his way over to her, holding his muddy hand out to her, "I'm Orwell," he introduced brightly, realising that his hand was muddy and brushed it against his already fairly dirty jeans, "You want to give me a hand?"
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[Eleanor Hope]

The man seemed friendly and Eleanor smiled at his kindness. She listened as he started talking about something called the 'Wild Patch Club' which gave the impression that he was probably from Hogwarts like Eleanor but in a much older year. "A club? How do you... join this club?" she asked tentatively, hoping that she wasn't being rude by asking. As the boy was the leader it was probably his choice as to who he wanted in it. Being only a first year she was unsure if she would be allowed to join but she was still finding what she had heard about it interesting. At Eleanor's house there were no gardens and it was simply just all dirt and grass. She had wanted for ages to start her own garden but her parents had always refused as they said it would be messy, but she didn't care. Maybe this club was going to let Eleanor do that?

The boy introduced himself as Orwell and Eleanor awkwardly shook his hand, not caring about how dirty it was. She had never shook anyone's hand before and it felt weird doing it for the first time. "I'm Eleanor." she said matter-of-factly. He had asked her to give him some help and she jumped up and down, very eager to do so. "Yes!" she exclaimed, face full of delight. "What would you like me to do? I've never planted anything before so I might not be very good at it." She sighed. Hopefully she'll learn someday.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell knew that it was going to be tough competition to be able to bring in new members to the club, since he though he would have to work double as hard as others, given the slight reputation of his club and the legacy of the protest, but he was confident in himself so he was sure he could manage it, and the girl seemed interested in joining, or at least was asking how it was done, "I can sign you right up, here and now, last year we hosted two events including a very successful LGBT+ pride event in the great hall, we make flower crowns and give them out to people for free, though people can donate, and we look after these gardens, this section is specifically ours," he motioned to area around him, "If that interests you, I'll add your name to the list," the teen told her, hoping that his brief description of what they did would help her in deciding if she wanted to join the club. Orwell was sure that his pitch was pretty good, that he promoted his club successfully, and was one of the few to really manage to do that.

At her introduced he just smiled and at her reaction to him asking her to help was one he was happy to see, the teen loved when people were interested in gardening, he loved it too, the king of flowers ran a hand through his bright green hair and then just shrugged, "I can show you," he told her with a encouraging expression before wandering back to where he had been planting the seeds, "Grab the packet of seeds next to my shoes," he told her before crouching and essentially sitting on his heels, he was of course without shoes or socks, and his feet were incredibly dirtied by the mud, but in the same way so were his hands, the clothes he was wearing and his face wasn't too clean either, and while he didn't mind he wasn't sure how much this girl would enjoy that. He waited until she was beside him before launching into a description of what to do, "It's simple really," the teen added, though after he had demonstrated what to do, he sat just with an encouraging smile waiting for her to do as he'd shown, clearly in a position where he would help her if she needed it.
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[Eleanor Hope]

As Orwell explained the promotional events that the club had hosted Eleanor beamed, happy that they were doing nice things for people with their flower-making skills. Although, Eleanor didn't think she could ever be as good as some of the people that were in the club but she was still eager to join it, hoping that she might learn a few things along the way. "Yeah! Sign me up!" she exclaimed, excited to tell her parents all about it. She was glad that there was more to Hogwarts than just Quidditch and classes and Eleanor had loved new responsibilities, especially if they made her feel important.

Eleanor smiled when Orwell said he'd help her and skipped over to the packet of seeds, giving them to him to show her. Crouching down next to him she watched carefully as he demonstrated what to do and tried to mimic his actions. It really wasn't that hard and with no problem Eleanor had soon ended up getting the hang of it and couldn't wait for it to grow. "How long does it take to grow?" she asked, eager for it to grow right away. She knew that it was going to take some time but would come up here everyday just to see its progress. After all, watching a plant grow was probably somewhat interesting and fun.

 

[Miya Bell]

Miya missed her flowers. She worried every time she had to leave home that nobody would remember to water her garden, and going to Hogwarts would be the longest time she had been away from home. The first thing she had found while wandering the school grounds had been the garden, much to her surprise. She was happy to have found a garden, and she definitely hadn't stolen any of the flowers from it to braid in her hair.

She had seen various people around the gardens, but had been too afraid to speak to any of them. People in gardens must like plants, she reasoned, so they couldn't be scary. Even so, she was still worried. Throwing on a much-too-large sweatshirt, Miya decided to give it another try for human contact. She made her way to the gardens and saw a girl who she thought she remembered being in her year, along with another boy. Her chest tightened at the thought of speaking to either of them, and the young girl abandoned the idea of saying hello. Miya pulled one of the flowers out of the end of her braid and twirled it between her thumb and index finger, and walked to another part of the garden nearby to the students. She crouched down and said a quiet greeting to the plant in front of her, with a quick glance towards the gardening students. Talking to plants was much less intimidating than talking to people.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

It seemed like Orwell had successfully pitched his club to the girl who seemed definitely interested in signing up, and the boy would keep a mental note of her name until a point where he could write her name on the sheet of paper, for now, the teen was content to just show her the ropes of how to properly garden which she seemed to get the hang of pretty quickly, though the king of flowers could always admit that when it came to gardening things were pretty simple, there was nothing too complex about it. It was a nice way of sending some time, and it required little effort, it was why when Orwell was angry or was needing to think about things he came out to the gardens and was generally able to just figure out what he needed in the calm peace of this place, the mud, dirt, the flowers and the creepy crawlies were nothing more than part of the fun to him. The teen glanced at Eleanor as she asked how long they would take to grow and he just shrugged, it was difficult to predict sometimes given the magic nature of the grounds, he had never thought to time it, Orwell checked the gardens enough to never have to worry about that.

"Truthfully, it depends, obviously because we're at hogwarts and there is a lot of magic, the magic influences how fast the plants grow, some take a third of the time, some take half," he told her, "The magic affects the plants size as well, much like many things in magic it's a little unpredictable, but it's better to just let nature and magical merge together naturally and take it's time than influencing further with muggle chemicals products or more magic," Orwell continued as he planted a few more, explaining to Eleanor how he preferred the plants to grow. He had been about to continue explaining further when he heard a small sound in the distance, but he couldn't really spot anyone, the teen got to his feet and ran a hand through his bright green hair, "Did you hear something?" he asked Eleanor before looking back out, "Hello?" he shrugged a little, thinking that he'd perhaps imagined it, "You are welcome to come join us," he added, waiting to see if maybe Eleanor had seen or heard anything, or if the person would just appear if there was a person.
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[Eleanor Hope]

Eleanor listened intently as Orwell explained how magic can influence a plant's growth. She didn't know that and was glad to be learning something before classes had even started. "What about the muggles? Muggles can't use magic so does that mean their plants can't grow?" she asked, scratching her head. Truthfully, she was a little confused at how it was possible. Why couldn't you cast a spell on it to make it grow instantly? There was probably more to it than that but Eleanor was eager to learn as much as she could before joining the club. After all, she felt that she needed to have as much knowledge as she could before going ahead and doing something she didn't know anything about. It was good to have met the expert and she was glad that they were friends.

Eleanor froze when she heard a peculiar noise. She watched as Orwell had stood up and asked whatever it was to come join them. "It's a garden monster!" she yelled, quickly jumping up and running over towards the nearest plant she could hide behind. Why didn't Orwell seemed at all alarmed? This was a life or death situation! "It's going to eat us!" Her voice was getting louder and louder. Bending down she began to throw rocks in the direction the noise had came from in defence. This was definitely not the way Eleanor had hoped to die.

 

[Miya Bell]

Plants were nice to Miya, so she always tried to be kind in return. Even the plants that stung or burned were as good as soft petals. They didn't mean to hurt Miya when she accidentally touched them, they were just scared and protecting themselves and she needed to learn how not to hurt them.

She heard the boy speak, but the words slipped through her brain as a particularly bright orange blossom caught her eye for a second, until she realized she had been noticed. The other girl yelled something, and Miya froze. A monster in the garden? She looked around her while staying down, trying to hide from the unseen danger. A sudden pain in her knee made her inhale sharply, as the rock bounced off her. Ow. That was going to leave a bruise. A small thread of clarity hit her, and Miya stood up and moved to where she could be seen.

"I am not a monster?" Miya said, her voice slightly unsure. Perhaps she was a monster and just didn't know it? She didn't think she was, at least. Speaking had caused her body to begin vibrating with nerves and a small confused frown appeared on her face. Miya walked towards the other two students. "And I don't eat people? Just vegetables." she added with more certainty.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

The question confused Orwell slightly, "Plants grow naturally without magic," he told her, "The magic helps them, gives nutrition to the soil," he explained and hoped the this meant she now understood what he had meant, Orwell occasionally forgot that unlike most, he had been raised around plants and growing things and was therefore well versed in it and good at it, without having to think too much about it. This was uncommon with others, that much he could realise. Orwell thought that with more time he would be able to get Eleanor to a high level of understanding when it came to plants, and he had a feeling that perhaps that was what could be done by the Wild Patch club in the coming semester, he wasn't sure what he was going to do, and there were a lot of requests that they stay out of trouble, Orwell of course had no problems staying out of trouble if he wanted to, the boy just like challenging people a lot.

Orwell had experience with younger children who were within his community, but it didn't make him particularly good at dealing with them really. He was happy to smile and help them out, and he really did like helping people, but what happened after he was trying to figure out who had called to them made him frown at the girl Eleanor who seemed to think it was a garden monster, or at least was just pretending, and the bright green haired teen was immensely as to what he should be doing currently to try to fix it. Orwell looked at the girl who'd just started throwing rocks in that direction, "Hey, no, don't throw rocks, it might just be a harmless creature," he tried to get her to stop and thankfully a girl stood up and said with a little uncertainty that she was not a monster. He looked at her and smiled, "Are you a vegetarian too?" Orwell asked with a smile, "I'm Orwell, this is Eleanor, we're just planting seeds, do you want to help us out, we do have all of this ground to cover," he held out his hand to this girl too as he'd introduced himself, once again ignore the dirt which caked his hands and was deep within his nails. He motioned to the area of the gardens they were in that did clearly need to have seeds planted, he was hopeful she might join them.
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[Eleanor Hope]

Eleanor laughed at herself when Orwell answered her question. Truthfully, she didn't know that plants grew naturally without magic but didn't want to look stupid. She just didn't understand how things worked without magic and would hopefully be learning that during her time at Hogwarts. Muggles had always confused Eleanor and all she needed was to spend probably a day at a muggle home just to see how everything worked. Muggle gardening didn't seem much different to wizarding gardening so hopefully not much else was different either.

"Whoops!" Eleanor exclaimed, dropping one of the rocks when she saw a girl emerge out of nowhere. "I just thought- I'm sorry." She looked down at the ground, blushing. She did too many things without thinking them through and now she felt extremely guilty for doing the wrong thing. "Are you okay?" she asked, just to make sure. She didn't like making people feel hurt or upset and hoped that the girl would just forgive her. She sighed, plopping herself on the ground, not worrying about how dirty she'll end up getting. On the plus side she had learnt quite a few things about gardening today and would gladly be using the knowledge for the rest of her life but maybe Hogwarts was just harder than she thought.

 

[Miya Bell]

Miya nodded as Eleanor asked if she was okay. The point the rock had hit her had already begun to turn purple, but it didn't bother her too much. She'd had much worse injuries while gardening, especially when her family got involved - her mother in particular had somehow managed to turn weeding a flower bed into an extreme sport. Mistaking her for a garden monster was an understandable mistake, and Miya didn't want to upset the girl.

"Yeah." Miya said shyly in response to the boy's question about being a vegetarian. It wasn't entirely true that Miya was a vegetarian, but she wasn't sure if fish counted or not. Being the daughter of a fisherman made it difficult to avoid. The students did not seem unfriendly, and Miya smiled politely when Orwell introduced the two, and her smile widened when Orwell mentioned helping. "Help make the plants happier." She nodded her agreement. "Oh, um, I'm Miya." she added quickly.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was glad that the girl who'd thrown the rocks apologised, it was just to know that she hadn't really meant to do such a thing, and he was easily able to respect her for that, it was sometimes difficult to get people to apologise, Orwell still hadn't received his apology for being manhandled out of the Defence against the Dark arts classroom. Orwell glanced between the two girls, the other one, the new arrival seemed to reply to his question a little shyly, and he imagined that perhaps this girl was just the sort of shy person that obviously existed, Orwell had never been that shy, he was at times cautious, but he'd been raised to believe whole heartedly in himself and in his beliefs and when he was unsure he never pretended not to be, he read and researched until he had the right answer. Until he had all the answers he had been looking for, which for someone like Orwell wasn't always the easiest task, since he found himself often just buried under so many books that rarely held the answers he was actually looking for.

The teen looked at the second girl who seemed interested in helping them with what they were doing, making the plants happier was one way of putting that the king of flowers might not have opted for, but it was what he was doing what he loved and he was happy, so nothing that could be said currently would take away from that. As the second girl introduced herself as Miya he just smiled, "How much do you know about gardening?" he asked as he crossed the gardens to where his belongings were sitting and picked up the last packet of seeds, "This is what needs to be planted," he told Eleanor and Miya, he knew that Eleanor still had seeds to go, as did he, so this packet was for Miya, "You can plant these, just here, but if you don't want to get muddy, you can always just talk to the plants," he told her with a smile, "Plants are happier when spoken to, or sung to," he said to her, offering the seeds to her, "And Eleanor can help show you how to plant them if you want to," he glanced at the other girl with a warm smile, "We'll have this place done in no time, and you can know when some of the vegetables get placed in front of you at meals times, that you helped plant them," he told them, hoping that they would feel as happy with that aspect of it, as he always did. Knowing he'd helped with that had always brought him a strange comfort and joy as he'd eaten the food in the great hall, knowing that at least part of it, was all natural and didn't smell like that weird sugar filled cereal he stayed well away from.
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[Miya Bell]

Miya could still feel her body shaking from nerves, but she was a little proud of herself for not bolting from these strangers. Although they weren't strangers anymore, as she had officially been introduced, but Miya didn't think they quite counted as friends after knowing them for a minute. Miya was slightly confused when Orwell asked her how much she knew about gardening, and her shoulders bobbed in a small shrug. "Not much?" It wasn't a question she could actually answer, as her gardening knowledge was limited even though she had almost lived in the garden at home. Miya mostly ran on instinct and trial and error when it came to plants and didn't know how to put that into words.

Orwell's comment about eating the vegetables unnerved her slightly. She often worried if plants had feelings like people did and if they would object to being eaten if they had a say in the matter. If plants enjoyed being sung to, it made sense that they'd have some kind of emotions. Usually she tried not to think about it. "What are these? And, do we get to help? Cook the meals too?" Miya asked curiously, looking at the seeds she'd been offered. Learning more about plants was exciting, and Miya was happy to be able to help in the garden. It made her a little less homesick, and being surrounded in greenery had always made her a little less anxious.​

 

[Eleanor Hope]

Eleanor was glad that the new girl was fine. She didn't seem to be hurt too much so Eleanor was relieved. She was also glad that the girl agreed to helping them as another helping hand was always appreciated by Eleanor. Besides, they had many more seeds to plant and now Eleanor was able to show the new girl who had introduced herself as Miya what Orwell just taught her. Bending down, she picked up her packet of seeds and began to show Miya what to do. She tried her best to do it exactly the way Orwell showed her but her knowledge was no more to that of Miya's. Despite this, she was determined that she'd be a professional just like Orwell in no time.

"Do we get to give the plants to the house elves ourselves once they grow so they can cook it?" she asked, hoping that she might be able to see a house elf during her time at Hogwarts. She had always wanted her family to get a house elf but they had no need for one and were very expensive. Also, they had no room for one to live which was a great disappointment for Eleanor who had loved magical creatures. Getting to live with something that was of another specie would be interesting but at least Eleanor had her little owl to keep her company.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

At the admission that she didn't know too much about cooking, Orwell just smiled at her, while motioning to Eleanor beside him, he knew that where he might also be able to show her, that Eleanor too would definitely be able to manage it, while she'd also only just learned he was sure this was the perfect sort of environment where he could help her be able teach someone else thereby remembering it better, "We can show you how it's done, no problem," Orwell explained to her with a smile, confident in them both that they could. Sure that no matter what he did, that the second girl, Miya would pick it up with ease, and he felt like she would be perfectly capable of doing it.

At her second set of questions and just smiled at them both, "Those are mint seeds," he explained to her and then just shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sure you can ask to help, but the elves are particular about their work, they do not much appreciate others coming in and trying to do the work," he told them, "And I generally give them the plants when they are ready, but if ever you are here and notice some to be ready, do feel free to take them up to the kitchens, just leave a little note that you have done so," he told her, before then motioning for them to get back to work really, "There's not much left to do," the teen told them both, "Miya, do you want us to help show you how to plant the seeds?" he asked her, "Both myself and Eleanor can give you a hand getting started?" the king of flowers offered, but he wasn't sure if she would take him up on it, she seemed to be a capable sort of person who didn't really need help in such things, like she already knew what to do, but Orwell of course wasn't sure and was more than ready to help her.
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[Miya Bell]

Miya was curious about the house elves. She knew the worked for the school and took care of the cooking, but very little else. She'd asked her mother about it once and they only information she had gotten from that was that house elves were 'weird'. Miya hoped she could meet the elves herself so she could get her own perspective. She hadn't seen any around yet and wondered if they were invisible, or if she was just really bad at finding things. Miya smiled and nodded as Orwell mentioned they were allowed to take the plants up to the kitchen, making a mental note to check on the plants every now and then.

"Um. Please?" she nodded quickly in acceptance of help. Miya knew how to plant seeds, but she was convinced she'd somehow do it wrong in this case. Mint seeds didn't sound magic, but Miya did not want to mess up anything, and the seeds could have secretly been a type of mint that exploded when it touched dirt or something equally as surprising. Accidentally blowing up the garden would be terrible and not at all helpful, and Miya wanted to be able to assist and not just hover around awkwardly and watch.​

 

[Eleanor Hope]

Miya seemed a bit unsure about how to plant the seeds and Eleanor was glad to help. She had already learnt so much upon meeting Orwell and was glad to spread her knowledge. "Don't worry, it's not hard!" she said, trying to make Miya feel a bit more comfortable about learning something new than she was. "I only learnt this just before you came so it's not that hard to pick up." She picked up the packet of mint seeds and began to start planting them for her, showing her what to do. "Now you can try." she said, passing Miya the packet. She was sure Miya could do it and was willing to help her if she needed it. She continued planting some of her own seeds too, glad that she was doing something she had enjoyed.

"Are the house elves nice?" she asked Orwell, hoping that they would be. She would gladly come back to the garden when she could to pick things for them mainly just to try and make friends with them. After all, they shouldn't be that bad but she could imagine that they would be busy making all of the good food for the large number of children everyday. She felt like it would be good to help the house elves too but she didn't want to risk the house elves not liking her just because she was in their way while they were cooking. She wouldn't mind helping them but if they didn't want any help then she would leave them alone.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell looked at the two girls, as Eleanor showed Miya how to plant the seeds and felt pretty proud of himself that he'd managed to show her what to do and now she was showing someone else, he felt proud of her for managing and instead of going back to his work, he just watched carefully ready to step in at any point if they needed it. Orwell thought the world of his little club, he thought that while they had gotten into trouble and they weren't as popular as some of the others, and he'd helped bring the club a little bit of notriety which wasn't always for good, the base of the club was the flowers, was the gardening, it was about giving back to the school and doing something for the environment and he could feel the beginnings of an idea for what they were doing.

Orwell lost himself for moment in trying to plan or formulate the plan in his head and he glanced away from the pair, it only being Eleanor's voice that brought him, "The elves are lovely," he told her with a smile, "I've never met a bad house elf, treat them with the same respect that you treat people they can get a little confused, but I firmly believe that no creature is any better than another," he said, "House elves should be treated well and with respect and you'll never have a problem," Orwell shrugged slightly, as he continued to plant the seeds his mind still playing what they could do, "Can either of you make flower crowns?" he asked both of them a little off-handedly, but given that planting was only half the fun of the club, "After this is done, we can make some flower crowns, if you guys want," he offered them, his mind was clearly focused on the task at hand, but there was a distinct element of him thinking something out in his head.
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[Miya Bell]

Miya watched Eleanor's demonstration and followed her lead. It wasn't difficult, but Miya was still proud of herself for her new skill of not messing up gardening at Hogwarts. Gardening was more or less the same anywhere, it seemed, but Miya still thought it counted as a skill. She ran her hand along the dirt over the covered mint seed and smiled. Her clothes were a dirty, but they could be washed easily so she didn't mind. Miya was happy as long as the dirt was only on her hands and nowhere else on her skin.

She continued planting seeds while listening to the others talk about the house elves. Miya didn't understand why the elves would be confused about being treated with respect, but she was too shy to ask about it. Her head perked up when flower crowns were mentioned and her face showed a tiny embarrassed smile. "Mine always fall apart." Miya admitted forlornly. The flowers laced through her braid were the best she'd been able to do with real flowers.​

 

[Eleanor Hope]

Eleanor knew that she'd be able to respect the house elves just fine. They seemed like such nice creatures anyway and Eleanor couldn't wait until she finally met one. She'd come back to the garden as often as she could so she could pick some plants for them to cook and hopefully they'll soon like her after a while of doing so. She wanted to make a good first impression on them and helping them out could be a very good start to doing so. She continued planting her seeds, patting them down into the dirt carefully. She didn't know how long it would take for them to grow so she'd also have to keep coming back for that. She didn't want to miss out on seeing some of the plants she had grown and was very excited to see the outcome.

"Flower crowns? I've never made one before." Eleanor said. She knew you could make flower crowns but didn't have the hands for it and thought that you probably had to be a professional, or it was just the fact that Eleanor didn't know how to make them. Nonetheless, she thought they looked very pretty and was eager to help Orwell make some. "Okay! Let's make them now!" she exclaimed, standing back up to go look for some pretty flowers she could use for her flower crown. She wanted to start right away and was eager to do something else. She would come back to planting the rest of the seeds later and, considering Orwell had successfully taught both the girls how to plant in the garden, she was sure he could also teach them how to make flower crowns in no time.

 

[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell was eager to show the girls more of what the gardens had to offer, since in his mind they were the best places in the whole school and were so because of the work that himself and the rest of the wild patch put in, into making them great for everyone who wanted to be a part of them. Planting the seeds was the simple part, making sure they grew and were cared for was always a little trickier, but he loved it and the magical elements of the garden really did help things grown, it made him attentive to the gardens, attentive to the time of day and work hard towards making things better. There was never a dull moment in the bight green haired boy's life. He always worked hard, and was always trying his best to make the club he was the leader of the best club. He had to continue driving membership upwards and he knew that people would join because of a love of flowers and there were always plenty of people within the school who loved flowers.

Orwell glanced at the two girls as he finished off his work and then told them about the flower crowns, the magic put on the flowers allowed them to stay put together better and allowed them to never wilt, it wasn't the best thing for flowers but it meant he could ensure the continued growth of different flowers and for nothing to really go to waste, they were through a lot of flowers within the wild patch, but he always put back into the earth what he took out, so the boy wiped his dirty hands on his also pretty dirty jeans and then wandered to where the wild patch hut was, taking a small moment to write down the girl, Eleanor's name on the wild patch club list before grabbing the box of flowers and half made crowns and heading back out, "You can look at these other crowns before starting your own," he told them both, he sat down on the ground just at the edge of the wild patch section, and took out a few of the flowers, "These stay together better because of the magic, you can make more complex designs," he told them both before pushing the box towards them, so they could try, he took one of the half finished crowns and began working on that.
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[Miya Bell]

When she had finished with the planting, Miya brushed her hands together to shake off the dirt. She wondered if there was a charm to get rid of dirt, because something like that could be very useful to her. Ignoring the itch in the back of her mind that reminded her of the dirt on her hands, Miya's attention turned back to Orwell as he returned with a box. Miya examined one of the flower crowns, turning it over in her hands and admiring how it was made. It seemed obvious that magic would make it easier for the flowers to stay together and Miya was amazed she hadn't considered it before. Magic had never exactly been common at her house, despite her mother being a witch, so Miya was used to the muggle way of doing basic things most of the time. "How do we make them?" Miya asked apprehensively. The flower crowns looked complicated and Miya wasn't sure she'd be any good at making them.​

 

[Eleanor Hope]

Finding the perfect flower was in fact a rather hard job despite the fact that they were in a garden full of many of them. The perfect flower was big, bright and easy to make a flower crown with, not that Eleanor knew exactly how to make one. None of them seemed to fit exactly what she wanted but she didn't particularly wander too far either in case she would get lost. The Hogwarts Garden was actually a rather big place for Eleanor and not being able to make her way back to the castle would be horrible despite the fact that there were so many flowers around her to keep her company. She knew that if she stayed with both Miya and Orwell that she wouldn't get lost at all and therefore managed to stay close to them whilst still looking for some flowers.

Sighing at her luck, Eleanor turned around to see that Orwell had disappeared into the shed. She waited patiently for him until he came out with a box of intricate-looking flower crowns. She felt slightly relieved when Orwell told them that they stayed together with magic. She wouldn't have to embarrass herself in front of the pair with her poor hand-making skills and instead was rather excited with seeing how exactly it worked. She watched as Orwell continued to make one of them and picked one up herself before inspecting it closely with her fingers, trying to figure out how anyone could make it look so perfect. It seemed like such a hard job but hopefully Eleanor would learn it soon enough. She waited patiently for Orwell's answer to Miya's question. Making flower crowns seemed immensely difficult but Eleanor was too scared to say that aloud in case it was the wrong thing to say. It couldn't be that hard, right?

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So sorry for the lateness and the quality of this