Such Lovely Colours

[Thaddeus Miller]

With a smile on his face, Teddy watched as students with buckets full of roses walked passed him. He didn't think he could pull it off without the help of his friend, but there he was with his own bucket of roses, about the deliver his first one. He turned around the corner and walked toward the Hufflepuff common room, hoping that the girl he was supposed to deliver a rose to was there so he wouldn't have to look for her around the school. ''Could you please check if there's a Wynne inside, thanks,'' the Gryffindor asked a boy walking out of the common room.

 

[Wynne Andoujenero]

Wynne has just settled in with her latest book about the Salem Witch trials when. A housemate came to her and said there was someone waiting for her. Wynne was not very social, a wallflower if described. She was shocked when she walked out and found someone she didn't recognize. "Hello." She greeted, her voice tame and reserved. "Can I help you?"

 

[Thaddeus Miller]

Whilst Thaddeus waited for Wynne to walk out of the common room, if she was even in there, he took the yellow and pink roses with her name on it out of the bucket. The Wild Patch did an amazing job growing those flowers, he thought while looking at them. He looked up from the roses when he heard a voice greeting him, and smiled at the girl standing in front of him. ''Hi, Wynne?'' he asked, ''I'm here to deliver these to you,'' he nodded at the roses in his hand before handing them over to the girl.

Spoiler: To Wynne Andoujenero

Dearest, Wynne

Your beauty is like a flower that blooms beautifully in the early spring. It might be summer but would you accompany me for a picnic at garden?

-H

 

[Wynne Andoujenero]

Wynne looked at the rose and then the boy. She looked between the two several times actually, because she decided to take the rose from him. "Thank you...?" She asked. Wynne had known flower deliveries happened every year, but she hadn't expected to receive one herself. After all, she only knew a few people. The colors, she wasn't sure what exactly they meant, but she could assume since red roses were often considered romantic. Slowly the petite girl opened up her not, and upon reading it her cheeks lit aflame. H. It was Hunter. He was her only friend with an H name. The dark haired student looked at the delivery man again and smiled. "Thank you." Before she headed inside. Perhaps she should get ready - because if it wasn't hunter she wasn't sure how long the person would be waiting for her.