Percival I. Weasley (ohweatherby) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-09-02 17:54:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | eileen snape, percy weasley |
Who: Eileen and Percy
Where: Random field filled with wild flowers
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Meeting and talking.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Weeds. Percy still had trouble picking them out amongst the other plants. Dandelions were the easiest to spot, but he still had trouble pulling out their roots. The grass could still grow around dandelions. They didn't appear to be harming the other plants. Why, then, should a dandelion die? The little furry white bulbs of seeds were fun to blow and scatter. He remembered lumbering through the Burrow's fields when he was only a few feet taller than the youngest corn stalks and making wishes on the dandelion seeds.
Childhood. If only his mind could return to that innocent stage, instead of being pestered by his perverse baggage...
Percy frowned and pulled up a dandelion, roots and all. He wondered what would happen if he were to blow on it and send the seeds off with the ocean breeze. Would the island know he was working counter-productive to his job as 'lawn boy'?
Something made him glance around to see if anyone was nearby, watching. He pushed up his horn-rimmed glasses, surprised, when he noticed there was a dark-haired woman in the fields, off to his far left. Percy watched her bend down and touch the wild flowers.
It seemed she knew the plants, and that was enough to prompt Percy to approach her. "Excuse me," he said, clearing his throat a little.