InsaneJournal

Who: Kendra and Phoenix
Where: 3rd Greenhouse
When: Nighttime
What: Kendra needs an escort because she's a chicken.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete


Kendra felt unbelievably lame as she sat in the back of the greenhouse. There hadn't been any attacks since the one on Zara Flint weeks ago. Whatever had attacked Zara was probably long gone by now and none of her nor the rest of the castle's concern. But after an hour or so in the greenhouse that night Kendra had begun to hear some... odd noises, noises she didn't recognize.

Minds can easily get carried away if not kept in check, and often reassuring oneself that there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of over and over again only makes things worse. It hadn't taken long for Kendra to be glancing nervously over her shoulder every few minutes, fidgeting uncomfortably as she took measurements of her plants. Once she had finished with her plants for the evening, she had packed up her things, taken a few steps and frozen in her tracks. What if something was out there? What if it was waiting just outside the greenhouse for another unknowing seventh year to cross its path. No one would find her until the next day.

So, she had written in her journal to Phoenix and was relieved to have gotten a quick reply. She lifted herself up to rest on one of the counters, stroking the leaves of an appreciative plant that edged closer to her touch as she chuckeld softly. Well, at least she knew if something tried to get her in here she could throw a few pots at it. Maybe even sick one of those more fiesty plants on it if she had the time.

As she heard footsteps approaching, Kendra tensed, and sensing her discomfort, the friendly plant backed away. Slowly, she slid off of the counter, picking up one of the smaller pots as she squinted through the clear sides of the greenhouse to try and see where the sound had come from.