Gardens, Thursday Afternoon

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

There was a garden.

There was also a Cassidy who was working off some temper and irritation in said garden. It was a good thing that she had remembered to shield her hands while she was working because she had quite forgotten her gloves.

Said gloves were still in a drawer in her room since she had come right to the garden after her last class of the day.

It could be said that one red-headed witchling had worked herself into a bit of a temper. It was a temper she was using to help her work in the garden.

Mind the flying weeds.


[[OOC: Open garden; open post]]

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James walked.

Ah, gardens. Nice and peaceful, perfect thing before meeting his...meeting Helen later that evening, just quiet plants and flying weeds--

He stopped short as flying vegetation appeared a short distance away. Ah. The girl from Ethics.

"Hello."

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy turned from where she had been making great progress of clearing out weeds while she was talking to Karla and saw the boy that was at the root of her annoyances today.

"Hello."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"How are you?"

He could not judge her reaction; he kept his own face neutral.

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Oh Cassidy was very good at keeping her features calm when she had had some time to work on it.

"Gardening," she responded. "You?"

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

One eyebrow broke free, raising itself slightly.

"Just out for a walk," he said. "It's a nice garden."

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy noticed the raised eyebrow, but didn't comment. She was still working on tapping down her temper about class earlier.

"Thank you. There are several people who work on it."