 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Sure, Morgan knew several of those flowers. He was actually pretty good in Herbology - when he wanted to be or had the focus - as it was a favorite of much of his family. But his heart really wasn't in it today.
He propped his chin in his hand as he leaned his elbow on his table and stared at the flowers. "That pinkish purple one is a Chrysanthemum," he blurted out suddenly when there was a lull in the answers. "A lot of people call them mums. And my mum likes them." He suddenly missed her. "They also bloom mostly in the autumn," he added. But that's all he felt like saying.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |