🌹 Rose Giving Red Like Your Hair

[Lilith Ilves]

Lilith wondered whether or not this Professor had any relation to Felix, they at least had the same surname so probably. Walking to the Herbology Greenhouse she began looking around for a female Professor. "Professor Leda Layton?" She asked a woman that could very well be a professor. Honestly the red rose matched the woman's hair quite well.

@Professor Leda Layton

 

[Professor Leda Layton]

Leda hadn't been at the school for long enough to expect any roses, so when a young girl came wandering through the greenhouses calling out for her, she could only assume it was related to her class. The girl was taller than she was, and she looked up to the brunette with a quizzical frown, "Has someone stepped on something they shouldn't have?"

 

[Lilith Ilves]

Lilith looked at the woman who gave strict aunty vibes all the way before giving a small smile. "No no, I have a rose for you!" She told her before taking the red rose with a note and extending it to the woman.

Spoiler: Note for Professor Leda Layton

Ahhhhhhhh - missed ya auntie leeds - finley

 

[Professor Leda Layton]

Leda was slightly alarmed to see a red rose in her hand. Was it from James? "Thank.. you," Leda suspiciously opened the note, relaxing as she realised it was from Finley, a smile replacing her previous frown. She'd promised her best friend she'd look out for the Gryffindor while she was at Hogwarts, and she fully intended on spending some time with him now she was here. "My nephew," she flashed the girl a smile before pocketing the note, "Now, where to stick it.." the perks of working in a greenhouse after all, was having a good home for plants. Leda wedged the stem into some soil, before looking back to the student. "You're not a writer, are you?" Leda thought to ask, just in case.

 

[Lilith Ilves]

Lilith was a bit worried at first when the Professor frowned at the rose. Oh yikies, some unresolved drama? The frown was soon replaced with a smile and the third year relaxed a bit herself. "Oh that's sweet." She said with a genuine smile about the admission of it being from the woman's nephew. She looked as the professor went to stick the rose somewhere in the soil and found herself kind of intrigued by the way this woman was. "Oh I used to write like poems and such, not so much anymore though. Don't really have the time among everything else I am doing." She replied with a hint of sadness. In all honesty ever since she'd taken part in that writing circle last year she'd dreaded writing anything creative again. What was the point of writing if it was simply for yourself and the thought of anyone else ever reading it filled with you unspeakable amounts of dread? "Are you?" She returned the question.

 

[Professor Leda Layton]

Leda had only asked the girl if she was a writer, because she wanted to meet the authors of the Hogwarts Monthly. She'd been reading the issue from the last semester with great intrigue, given her own experience. "Poems?" Leda had been more the type to write about things that were factual, things that were really happening, but she supposed others had to start somewhere. The professor wasn't going to push it any further until the girl asked if she was a writer too. "I've been a writer since I was younger than you," she glanced at the girl, unsure exactly how old she was, "probably." She swept an array of soil crumbs from the edge of the plant pots, disregarding it as they fell into the bottom of some empty buckets. Leda didn't really like the notion either of not having enough time, there was always enough time to do what you wanted to prioritise. "Not a writer then," she concluded. "Shame." Leda continued to move around the greenhouse, preparing herself for her next class. "I hope whatever it is you are doing, is making you happy," Leda told her, giving her one more glance over her shoulder with a small but genuine smile, before slipping back into her office.

 

[Lilith Ilves]

Lilith felt like the Professor was judging her choice of writing style. Wasn't it always personal what one wanted to write? This was the reason she hated sharing her writing now, it always felt like she was being judged. Lilith was well aware it was probably partly in her head, but still the way the conversation was going didn't feel great. She felt like she was being judged or scolded. As the professor disappeared into her office, telling her she hoped whatever Lilith was doing made her happy the Ravenclaw thought on it. Did it make her happy? Did all the lessons and academic validation make her happy? She supposed it did, more so than writing had in a while. Turning to walk away there was now a frown on the third years face.