What did her mom want from this shop again? It had a bunch of plants in it and it smelled somewhat like fertilizer and that was all Mackenna knew about the situation. Sighing and shoving her hands into the pockets of her green military style jacket, the nineteen year old sighed grabbed a piece of parchment from her left. Opening the crinkled paper and inspecting her nails ~which were polished a cute shade of black~ the brown eyed girl started reading off the shopping list.

"Fertilizer? Gross. Belladonna and some Crup." Sighing and shoving the paper back into the pocket in anger, the tan girl started walking around, looking for the fertilizer first. Totally gross. It was probably for Kylie, her seven year old sister that had a totally weird habit of breeding plants until they were all around her room like a jungle. Yeah, there was no way the little blonde plant lover was her real sister. Except she totally was. They showed everyone the birth certificate hundreds of times ~every time she asked in fact~ and it seemed like the twerp was theirs. At lest the kid was nice. But that was beside the point. And the point was that Mackenna was now picking up plant supplies for her little sister instead of spending her day on stuff for herself like she had planned. Uggh, did her family have to bleed into every important aspect of their life?

Next came the crup, another plant that was going to take a minute to identify. And at that point, Mackenna wondered if she should put the plant down and leave the shop and say that she completely forgot to buy the poor kid's plants. Because of course she should. But it was time to be a ~good~ big sister apparently, and that meant that she needed to do good big sister things like buy her stupid little sister some stupid crup. Oh yeah, the music box she bought from Borgin and Burkes was soooo being used tonight. But anyway, plant. Picking that up, the tan girl pursed her pink lips together and decided quickly that she would conveniently 'forget' the fertilizer. At least for now anyway.

Okay, Belladonna, check. Not that hard right? Well it was for someone who was wearing boots she didn't want to get dirty. They were leather, and her favorites. And it was hard for someone who really didn't want to be in this shop that long either.

Herbology was not her best subject as a kid, and it kind of sucked to be here getting plants for someone when the teen had a hard time identifying them. Was this even Belladonna or was this some kind of deadly plant that was going to eat her sister in the middle of the night? Who knew at this point? Okay, so the black haired girl knew way more than that, but still. Plants were not an easy thing for her.