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- OOC First Name
- Anna
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- Homosexual
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- Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 35
'Keep an eye on the Wild Patch' Orwell had said. 'Make sure everything's safe. Make sure everything's growing.' It all lead to Archie holding his head with one hand, while he sat on a nearby tree stump and got his robes dirty as he stared intently at the stems that had sprouted overnight, trying to ignore that he felt like he was wasting the first sunny afternoon New Zealand had been blessed with in weeks. He did not know what Orwell had meant by keeping an eye on the wild patch apart from sitting in the spot he had made himself comfortable on and staring for more than an hour at a set of plants whose growth hadn't changed. So he assumed that literally watching the plants was the only thing his best friend had meant, and managed to stare at the plants for as long as his attention span would let him, alternating his gaze from the Wild Patch to the gardens and his further away surroundings every few minutes while digging the stick he held in his other hand further into the dirt to keep himself from turning stir crazy at the lack of excitement.
There was nothing Archie wouldn't do for his best friend, he would walk to the ends of the earth barefoot along a trail of hot coals while fighting off some demonic mythical beast just to keep Orwell safe and happy. But watching grass grow (in this case, sprouts) at his best friend's request was the equivalent to watching paint dry and a usually boisterous kid like Archie, unable to sit still on the best of days, felt like his under-stimulated, bored mind was bursting at the seams and desperately reaching for more interesting ways he could spend this sunny afternoon. The thought had occurred to him that he could have invited one of his other friends to join him in this tedious, seemingly endless task of watching plants. Despite how boring it would have been for both of them they would at least have each other's company. But that idea was just too easy for Archie to conjure until it was too late. By now all his friends would have made other and more interesting plans for their day that he was surely envious of. The thought of bringing a book to read had also occurred to him. Reading was something he had no patience for on any day in any situation but it had become a possibility in his mind and even begun to sound appealing which made him feel uneasy as he realized exactly how bored he had grown to be. Eventually Archie caved into his needs to find something entertaining and stood up from the tree stump to wander around the wild patch and out towards the gardens. All while continuing to drag the stick in his hand along the dirt and not giving a second thought to any of the flowers he was messing up. He knew that damaging beautiful flowers, never mind how unintentionally, was the last thing Orwell would want but Archie was too far gone in his boredom to even consider or care about that fact. The Gryffindor was just bored out of his mind, with nothing to do besides aimlessly wander around the gardens and in the vicinity of the wild patch until Orwell returned and allowed him to do something more productive and less mind numbing with the rest of his day.
There was nothing Archie wouldn't do for his best friend, he would walk to the ends of the earth barefoot along a trail of hot coals while fighting off some demonic mythical beast just to keep Orwell safe and happy. But watching grass grow (in this case, sprouts) at his best friend's request was the equivalent to watching paint dry and a usually boisterous kid like Archie, unable to sit still on the best of days, felt like his under-stimulated, bored mind was bursting at the seams and desperately reaching for more interesting ways he could spend this sunny afternoon. The thought had occurred to him that he could have invited one of his other friends to join him in this tedious, seemingly endless task of watching plants. Despite how boring it would have been for both of them they would at least have each other's company. But that idea was just too easy for Archie to conjure until it was too late. By now all his friends would have made other and more interesting plans for their day that he was surely envious of. The thought of bringing a book to read had also occurred to him. Reading was something he had no patience for on any day in any situation but it had become a possibility in his mind and even begun to sound appealing which made him feel uneasy as he realized exactly how bored he had grown to be. Eventually Archie caved into his needs to find something entertaining and stood up from the tree stump to wander around the wild patch and out towards the gardens. All while continuing to drag the stick in his hand along the dirt and not giving a second thought to any of the flowers he was messing up. He knew that damaging beautiful flowers, never mind how unintentionally, was the last thing Orwell would want but Archie was too far gone in his boredom to even consider or care about that fact. The Gryffindor was just bored out of his mind, with nothing to do besides aimlessly wander around the gardens and in the vicinity of the wild patch until Orwell returned and allowed him to do something more productive and less mind numbing with the rest of his day.