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The king of flowers felt the somber mood of the school, and like most others he felt the heaviness of what had happened in his heart, Orwell who'd experienced people dying in his life could not have prepared himself for the death of Avie. Although his interactions with the slytherin had been few and far between, the boy had always been interested in the creatures of the garden, and Orwell had rarely seen him without the bright smile, the child-like expression that made Orwell smile too, he seemed to have been someone who was untouched by the weight of the world. The ravenclaw had not cried, instead just a heavy emptiness had filled him, the feeling of how fleeting life was, how fragile it was made him question what he did, fighting at every turn, it made him forgive Kayleigh for what she'd done, made him realise perhaps he hadn't been the best boyfriend to her. It had made Orwell cling to Archie a little more in the hug which had followed finding out, wanting to convey in the action how much he loved his best friend, how glad he was to know him, how happy he was that he could call him his best friend, how he couldn't lose him.
But, above everything else, since following the news, Orwell had put aside his school work, and remained almost solely in the gardens, if preparing the flowers for the valentines dance had been extra work, welcome extra work, considering what had happened to Avie, Orwell had predicted that more would come to the gardens looking for flowers perhaps to present to the boy's friends, to send to the boy's family or to place at the memorial that Archie had decided to start, it was a lot more work. Orwell who had been about to plant new things into the garden had used the space instead to grow yet more flowers, and he'd taken the time to plant more flowers to the rest of the garden outside of just the wild patch area, just wanting to keep busy. He sat on the ground in front of a large pile of roses, he'd cultivated most of the flowers that had grown in the last few days, his hands and currently bare feet were muddy, his clothes dirty, the muted purple hair the only part of him that didn't have even the smallest smear of dirt. He was just slowly preparing the flowers, enjoying doing the task with his hands and the feeling of being able to give back and help in whatever little way that he could, once these ones were ready he was prepared to plant more.
But, above everything else, since following the news, Orwell had put aside his school work, and remained almost solely in the gardens, if preparing the flowers for the valentines dance had been extra work, welcome extra work, considering what had happened to Avie, Orwell had predicted that more would come to the gardens looking for flowers perhaps to present to the boy's friends, to send to the boy's family or to place at the memorial that Archie had decided to start, it was a lot more work. Orwell who had been about to plant new things into the garden had used the space instead to grow yet more flowers, and he'd taken the time to plant more flowers to the rest of the garden outside of just the wild patch area, just wanting to keep busy. He sat on the ground in front of a large pile of roses, he'd cultivated most of the flowers that had grown in the last few days, his hands and currently bare feet were muddy, his clothes dirty, the muted purple hair the only part of him that didn't have even the smallest smear of dirt. He was just slowly preparing the flowers, enjoying doing the task with his hands and the feeling of being able to give back and help in whatever little way that he could, once these ones were ready he was prepared to plant more.