Colo[u]rful

The greenhouses were buzzing with activity and life this time of year. Though her opinion of the subject had never really been that high, Millie was really beginning to get into Herbology. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a legitimate reason to get covered in earth and come out of the class smelling like fertilizer. Either way, she loved the subject and adored the little plant patch she’d been given by the Professor out in the Herbology gardens. It was all marked off like the rest of the plots but hers looked the best out of her class, simply because she was forever sitting up amongst the plants, either working the bit of land she’d been given or sitting around on the grass drinking Butterbeer in the spring sunshine or completing her homework out in the air. She was a familiar sight to the Professor now and he didn’t so much as bat and eyelid at the tall, gangly blonde that would walk through the door into the greenhouses every day or every other day. In fact, the man greeted her in return to her enthusiastic, “Wotcher Robert!”

It was a bright Tuesday morning and Millie found she was neither required at the Ministry nor was she needed in classes. She’d completed her O.W.L coursework for her Tuesday classes, making it only necessary for her to turn up if she wanted to brush up on something or wasn’t quite sure on one of the topics they’d covered. She was fine on both fronts and though there was no doubt some Ministerial work waiting for her, Millie was in no hurry to get suited and booted and Floo to the Ministry via her Head of House’s Floo passage. She knew from the moment she woke up and found the sunlight filtering in through the windows that she would want to be out in the grounds of Hogwarts today. So she headed to the Greenhouses, trundling down the hallways in quite a bright outfit, books under her arm, ready for the day.

Millie greeted Robert when she entered the greenhouses and asked him about his day so far, conversing for a moment, before slipping out into the Herbology gardens where, after walking down the winding path for a few moments, she found her plot. She reached up to one of the trees and tugged a hanging apple from it before sitting herself down on the grass, dropping her books down next to her. She smiled up at the sky, closing her eyes at the feeling of the sun against her face and brought the apple to her lips, taking a bite out of it and feeling the sweetness of its juice heavy on her tongue. She licked her lips contentedly and dragged her book onto her lap, pealing it open and turning the pages to where she’d been reading before, there set to continue to do so in the bright spring sun.