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sweetpinkpixie · 04-13-2026, 10:17 PM

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Originally Posted by WhittyBitty

It was a beautiful day, so Aurora was making sure to enjoy that by sitting outside in the sunshine and having some ice cream.

She had gotten some of her school shopping done, though she still needed to get new books and a few other things. She also wanted to get Oreo some treats, and maybe a toy as well.

But for now she wanted to enjoy herself, and hopefully she would see some of her friends. But if not that was alright. There would be plenty of time for her to see them before term started.

And she was more than happy to eat her ice cream and look at one of her herbology books. Right now she was reading xeranthemum facts. Even though she already knew all this, she still loved to read all about plants. Besides, it was good for her to keep on top of all this with NEWTs coming up at the end of next term.

The sun found him long before he found her.

It clung to his shoulders, warmed the back of his neck, caught in his hair in a way that should have felt comforting and familiar, but instead it only made him more aware of the strange, hollow restlessness sitting beneath his ribs.

Diagon Alley bustled around him in that easy summer way, full of movement and laughter and the quiet excitement of a new term on the horizon. Normally, he would have drifted through it with purpose... picking up supplies, getting distracted by shop windows, perhaps even pocketing something small and botanical along the way.

Today, he wandered. Not aimlessly, exactly.... just… without direction that meant anything.

His OWL results sat somewhere in the back of his mind like a bruise he kept pressing just to make sure it still hurt. Mum and dad had done what they could to assure him that they were not catastrophic, that he had shown great growth... but he knew the truth of what lay beneath all that. The results were just… not enough. Not for the version of himself he had built so carefully over the years, the one who knew where he was going, who had roots sunk deep into a future that felt certain.

Now... well, now it felt like he’d misjudged the soil entirely.

Like something that had been meant to grow straight and steady had instead stalled, caught in a kind of inbetween. Not quite broken, not quite thriving. Just… suspended. A chrysalis, he thought, though without the comfort that word was supposed to carry. Transformation implied direction. Purpose. The quiet promise of something better waiting on the other side.

This just felt like being stuck.

He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair as his gaze drifted not really looking for anything in particular until—

She sat a little ways off, sunlight gathered around her like it had chosen her specifically, ice cream in hand, a book open in her lap. Something in his chest eased, just a fraction, before seizing up again ― speaking of suspended growth.

He hesitated for half a second, maybe more. That same instinct to turn away, to give her space, to not bring whatever this quiet, tangled thing inside him was into something so… bright. But then again, if there was anywhere a chrysalis might survive long enough to become something else, it was probably somewhere near sunlight.

And she had always been that, hadn’t she?

He shifted his weight, then finally let his feet carry him closer, the movement a little tentative at first before settling into something masquerading for casual.

"Xeranthemum?" he ventured softly as he came within earshot. A small smile followed, one with his usual gentleness but a little crooked at the edges. "I should've guessed."

Why, of all topics, should he have guessed xeranthemum? Couldn't tell you. He was just desperately trying to make conversation.

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