Closed Not Scarborough Fair

[Olivia Drage]

When Olivia graduated from Ilvermorny, now over a decade ago, she had run away and never looked back. The witch didn’t bother to maintain the few positive connections she made. If she’d stayed in contact with the Herbology professor, she would have learned about Herbology Fairs. Now, she was attending one in New Zealand. Ten years late.

She held her pop-up shop in her right hand. At the end of the day, Olivia’s Greenhouse collapsed into a medium-sized transparent suitcase. Except, it looked like a blur of green and white, on account of all of its contents being squeezed together. Olivia admired the other vendors, not sure if she should open up her shop in a free space. She hadn’t exactly forked over the galleons for a daily license. The tall witch turned away from a handsome Venomous Tentacula and bumped into a wizard who she hadn’t noticed standing nearby.

Olivia nearly dropped her suitcase, but caught it before it could crash to the floor. “Whoops, sorry…” she said, counting herself lucky. Her greenhouse was enchanted, not indestructible. And she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything bad happened to it.

@Professor Aeon Summers

 

[Aeon Summers]

Aeon adored the Herbology Fairs. There was always something new to add to his garden, whether it be a new colour of fanged geranium, or a whomping willow themed bonsai. There was no end to the fantastical magical flora that the community cultivated. The man walked a leisurely stroll through the stalls of greenery, having long since lost his partner somewhere amongst the flitterbloom bushes. He carried, somewhat precariously, a pot of puffapod beans in his arm as he strolled, pausing to admire one particular space showcasing some venomous tentacula. He'd wanted one for a while, though given that his house had been occupied by two rambunctious kids, there had never been an ideal time. With the animals to care for on top of that, he wondered if it ever would be.

The wizard hadn't intended to linger long, but before he could step away, someone else bumped into him. He fumbled with the pot in his arms, a bean tumbling from the soil. He reached out to catch it before it could hit the ground, though as he caught hold of it, it bloomed in his outstretched hand. "Ah." He muttered, tucking it back into the pot. It wasn't the end of the world. "No stress, it's crowded. It happens." He laughed it off. It was hard not to bump into people at these fairs at least once.​

Amanda oh my god I lost this and totally forgot until now.