 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
There were many things that Willow was. Being incredibly patient was certainly one of those things, and being abundantly caring and sympathetic were other words that could be used to describe her. Though she was far too humble to state such things about herself (she rather show it through her actions to all humans, creatures, and plants alike), her placement in Pukwudgie was very fitting of her.
Her head tilted to the side when Hunter mentioned that he had not heard the melody of the honking daffodils. Truth be told, it was likely that they would hear the same noise if they were to go pay the daffodils a visit, but he always perceived their honking as their way of playing music for those who were listening. Sometimes it really was a matter of how you look at -- or hear -- things.
What was unquestionably clear to her at this moment in time was Hunter's excitement about her mentioning of Niffler's Fancy. The girl's smile widened, pleased to be in the presence of, what seemed to be, another plant enthusiast.
That smile of hers only grew when she heard Zion's voice. So the other boy did speak! She of course drew no attention to that but instead twirled around in an attempt to get her bearings. After a complete twirl and a half, she stopped, held out a pointed hand, and stated, "I think we need to go this way."
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