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*Samia* · 09-22-2026, 04:02 PM

Marina had reached the point where she needed to do something with her hands.

Preferably something that couldn't talk back. ~~Wasn't that just another Tuesday for us though?~~

The Pumpkin Patch had seemed suitable. The Gryffindor pushed open the wooden gate and stepped inside, glancing once at the sign before continuing between the rows. She had no particular interest in pumpkins, gardening, or any of the other wholesome activities apparently available to Hogwarts students, but the invitation to remove weeds and dead leaves had caught her attention.

It sounded productive. It also sounded like exactly the sort of thing where she could be a little more aggressive than strictly necessary and nobody would ask questions. An idea that Professor Cox had helped her realize last term.

So the blonde crouched beside the nearest pumpkin and immediately began pulling weeds from around its base. One came free easily.

The next required more effort.

She dug her fingers into the soil around it and pulled again, finally sending the weed flying backwards. “Thank you.” There was no one there to thank though. And that was sort of the point of this entire excercise. She could pull, she could mutter like an old lady while cursing the subject of her frustration and no one would ask her a thing.

Feeling relatively at ease already, she moved on to another patch of weeds, working her way methodically along the row. Her sleeves were already getting dirty, strands of hair falling loose around her face, but she didn't seem particularly bothered by either. In fact, the dirt under her fingernails was strangely satisfying.

Pull.

Tug.

Discard.

Repeat.

Whatever had been irritating her before she came here was still irritating her. She hadn't magically become less annoyed simply because she was surrounded by pumpkins. But at least now she had something tangible to take it out on.

A particularly stubborn weed refused to budge.

Marina stared at it.

“You have about three seconds.”

She grabbed the stem with both hands.

“Three.”

She pulled.

“Two.”

Harder.

“One.”

The weed finally tore free, taking a ridiculous clump of soil with it.

Marina sat back on her heels, breathing a little harder than necessary.

She looked down at the weed in her hand.

Then at the increasingly disturbed patch of earth.

“...Better.”

09-22-2026, 04:02 PM	#2 (permalink)
Samia Granian Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: sappyville♥ Posts: 21,205 Hogwarts RPG Name: Prof. Elara Voss Hufflepuff Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Julien Renaldi Gryffindor Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Marina García Massey Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Adrian García Massey Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Lorna Wren Hufflepuff Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Landon Alfie Renaldi Accidents & Catastrophes x5	for our best friend Cat <3333 sappysapper MAJNOO, YO! Marina had reached the point where she needed to do something with her hands. Preferably something that couldn't talk back. ~~Wasn't that just another Tuesday for us though?~~ The Pumpkin Patch had seemed suitable. The Gryffindor pushed open the wooden gate and stepped inside, glancing once at the sign before continuing between the rows. She had no particular interest in pumpkins, gardening, or any of the other wholesome activities apparently available to Hogwarts students, but the invitation to remove weeds and dead leaves had caught her attention. It sounded productive. It also sounded like exactly the sort of thing where she could be a little more aggressive than strictly necessary and nobody would ask questions. An idea that Professor Cox had helped her realize last term. So the blonde crouched beside the nearest pumpkin and immediately began pulling weeds from around its base. One came free easily. The next required more effort. She dug her fingers into the soil around it and pulled again, finally sending the weed flying backwards. “Thank you.” There was no one there to thank though. And that was sort of the point of this entire excercise. She could pull, she could mutter like an old lady while cursing the subject of her frustration and no one would ask her a thing. Feeling relatively at ease already, she moved on to another patch of weeds, working her way methodically along the row. Her sleeves were already getting dirty, strands of hair falling loose around her face, but she didn't seem particularly bothered by either. In fact, the dirt under her fingernails was strangely satisfying. Pull. Tug. Discard. Repeat. Whatever had been irritating her before she came here was still irritating her. She hadn't magically become less annoyed simply because she was surrounded by pumpkins. But at least now she had something tangible to take it out on. A particularly stubborn weed refused to budge. Marina stared at it. “You have about three seconds.” She grabbed the stem with both hands. “Three.” She pulled. “Two.” Harder. “One.” The weed finally tore free, taking a ridiculous clump of soil with it. Marina sat back on her heels, breathing a little harder than necessary. She looked down at the weed in her hand. Then at the increasingly disturbed patch of earth. “...Better.” __________________ ......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless ...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥