Post by Sienna Aurélie Linslee on Apr 19, 2024 9:26:02 GMT -7
19 April 2029
“Wait, wait…okay ready, grab the next one.” Si’s face was set in an expression of intense concentration as she set the bucket down and grabbed her wand. She couldn’t remember whose idea had been to grow a Puffapod plant, but the stress of harvesting was already getting to her. She’d dropped a seedpod once at Beauxbatons and gotten lines for it, plus the extra punishment of cleaning up the mess. The stakes were even higher now that she and Terry were trying this in their apartment and she’d just tidied things up yesterday. Terry was carefully harvesting the pods while Si had her wand ready for a quick Levitating Charm if her roommate accidentally dropped it. They’d worked out a good procedure between them, but still…Si wondered if poison antidotes was worth all this.
Okay, even so…this was admittedly a lot of fun. Her schedule at the apothecary had been hectic lately, what with the build-up to the next full moon and managing the potions demands for a growing number of werewolves. She’d also been slaving over a potion with a ridiculously long brewing cycle that also required the occasional midnight stop-by to stir and check its consistency. So she liked these rare lazy days where she and Terry could just hang out and do all the things they liked – watch their shows, bake recipes that they’d found in the latest issue of Witch Weekly, and of course…manage the wild garden they seemed to be always adding to in their apartment. They were in sync about a lot of things.
Her eyes followed the seedpod as Terry carefully went about harvesting it, although she was distracted by the strange sensation of fur by her leg. She groaned slightly. “Didn’t I put you in my room?” Si scolded her cat, unwilling to take her eyes off the plant but also worried about what trouble her cat might get into with the seedpods. Of course her lazy cat would take a break from her 20-hour nap so she could investigate the most sensitive stage of the process and potentially cause trouble. “Is Mags here too?” Sienna mumbled, wondering what else might happen to throw a wrench into their plans. Maybe a niffler would crawl through the window. Maybe the oven would suddenly catch fire. They did seem to have a knack for causing inconvenient things to happen.
Teresa Margarite Poole
