Bria had absolutely every intention of helping tend the pumpkins. Honest. It haaaaaaad, in fact, been the original plan right up until she noticed the suspicious rustling near the far edge of the patch and caught sight of something small vanishing between two particularly enormous pumpkins.

Which, naturally, changed eeeeeeeeeeeeeverythiiiiiiiiiiing.

Now crouched low among curling vines and broad leaves dusted with autumn soil, the Gryffindor peered intently into the maze of orange giants. Her high ponytail had a couple of twigs tangled up in it from her earlier birding and bits of grass clung stubbornly to her knees where she had knelt on the ground along the pathways.

"I know you're in there," she whispered. "And I would just like to state for the record that I come bearing very respectable offerings."

The pouch attached to her hip contained small collection of treasures assembled with deep sincerity and questionable practicality: pumpkin seeds, shiny pebbles, a partially crumbled oat biscuit from breakfast, and three glossy red berries she had found nearby and that were probably safe.

Another faint rustle to her left caused her eyes to widen.

"Ooooooh, definitely something," she breathed excitedly, lowering herself even further until she was nearly lying against the earth between the vines. Very carefully, she nudged the oat biscuit a little closer to the gap between the pumpkins and made a series of soft clicking noises under her breath, somewhere between birdcall and the sort of coaxing noise one might use on a nervous cruppy.

Haydée had been watching. For a while. And what she saw had left her with a lot of questions. Leaning against the wooden gate, her eyes on the older girl surrounded by vines and pumpkins so large that they should have had their own gravitational pull, she wondered quizzically what could possibly be down there that would cause another student to lay on the floor? Had she been confunded maybe? Or perhaps a babbling curse? In truth, Haydée had seen neither so either could be possible at this point.

Making as little sound as possible, Haydée opened the gate and took a small step forward, doing her best to avoid the large patches of dried leaves scattered around the patch. The need to observe without being seen was strong, for how else could she truly understand the situation without being seen? With every step, Haydée couldn’t help but get more curious. What was it that the older student had pulled out of her pouch? Why had she poked it between the vines? People were weird and somehow, this school seemed to multiply everything by a million.

As she got closer however, the answer to her questions just would not come. All sorts of confused, the first year Slytherin plonked herself on a large, sunlike pumpkin a few feet away from the girl and waited patiently for something to happen patiently for roughly 3 seconds.

“Umm…excuse me. Are you okay? Or do you need me to take you to a healer? Because you’re kind of laying in a load of dirt, making noises that I’d expect to hear coming from my baby brother, not that she exactly had one, but that wasn’t the point.