Would you like a crown?

[Firmiana Asterion-Jenkins]

It was a beautiful day and Firmiana doesn't want to spend all day studying in her dorm room. She never liked where Slytherin's common room are, the dungeon seems pure sadness and damp and cold. Mia always had to have a sweater on even the weather outside is sweltering hot. The fall wind brushed on her cheeks as she got out from the viaduct, smiling now and then to her fellow schoolmates who had classes that day. The Slytherin decided to busy herself with making more flower crowns, it was a lot of work but she enjoys the serenity and picking the flowers she uses. Upon arriving at the gardens, Mia started picking gardenias, peonies and baby's breath enough to make three flower crowns. Once she has everything she needed, the fourteen year old head down to the lakefront where Avie's memorial was. She had know Avie through Quidditch but that was it. Firmiana laid her stuff on the ground facing the stone memorial, she sat with her legs crossed and simply started making the crowns while talking to a dead person. It was weird but for Mia they were the best company. ​