 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The guilt he had felt ebbed away for he believed Zion’s words about being okay. He then offered Willow a small smile for two reasons. One: for being patient with him and moreso, Zion; two: because of the fact that she was talking to the plants. It was something that he did with the ones at home.
Hunter shrugged at Willow, his eyes checking to ensure that Z was doing those breathing exercises. “Maybe the Honking Daffodils I’ve come across have not created the proper melody?’’ he reasoned and was then hopelessly distracted by a plant mentioned. Not the regular ones anyone could come across, mind you. “Niffler’s Fancy! That’s one I haven’t seen in a bit! We should look for it, Willow! I mean, it shouldn’t be hard to spot with those shiny leaves!’’ Yes, Hunter was incredibly excited now. Z would want to join in on this but Hunter would not be rushing him to complete the breathing exercise, even if he wanted the cousin to have fun with this as well. |