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* Avery Elliot

    (12/30/2019 at 15:01)
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He might have been more surprised if he hadn’t drawn the five of swords that morning, which he was beginning to simply turn into meaning her. The winter wind that cut straight to the bone. She was air and lightning and Avery Elliot was stuck at her side. Again.

Both of them fell into silence and Avery watched the odd leafy creature with growing teeth scowl at him. Perhaps he was just imagining it. At her prompt, he glanced over at the girl of growing green and pearl teeth. He was definitely not imagining her scowl. “Lyra.”
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (01/06/2020 at 23:53)
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“…Lyra.”

What a ridiculous name for a Fanged Geranium. She told him as much a moment later: “That’s ridiculous. She’s not a Lyra, just look at her!”

The flower in question gnashed its teeth, which—for Vega, at least—seemed to prove the point, for she looked triumphantly at her unfortunate Herbology partner as if to say, there, I told you so.

“She needs a proper name. Like…like Romilda or Fiona or—or Spike.”

* Avery Elliot

    (01/10/2020 at 15:30)
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Avery did look at Lyra, all her (when did they decide their plant was female?) cutting edges and postering. He wondered if she could take off a finger yet or if would just be like a puppy chewing on it. He looked at Vega too and raised an eyebrow as if to say, see, I told you.

"Lyra is a proper name," Avery interjected but he already sounded dispassionate. He wasn't that attached to a name to risk further conflict, potential toe stomping and/or finger biting. Even so, he added, "Spike is a ridiculous name."

"Fiona seems fitting."
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (01/11/2020 at 16:02)
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She could have argued with him all day about the not-ridiculousness of the name Spike, and she would have done it, too, had he not decided that Fiona was acceptable enough.

It wasn’t her favourite of the three suggestions, but at least it was hers. 


“Fiona, then.”

She frowned, “How do you want to do this? One week in my dormitory, one week in yours? Or longer? She might not like if we move her around too often.”

* Avery Elliot

    (01/12/2020 at 05:12)
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Avery tried not to look suspicious, but he wasn't sure how well he masked it when he tried to imagine Vega taking care of anything other than perfecting her frown. "Are you good at this?" he asked instead.
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (01/14/2020 at 19:09)
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The look she shot him was enough to make even a Fanged Geranium wither.

"Of course I'm good at this. I'm in charge of the vegetable patch back at home." No, the real question wasn't whether she was capable of keeping Fiona alive; it was whether he was.

"Are you?"

* Avery Elliot

    (01/22/2020 at 01:51)
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Avery snorted lightly; an intake of surprise, a breath out of disdain. He wondered who ate those vegetables. “Yes,” he said with an unamused smile. “Why not every few weeks then? She’s not moved around a lot, but is enough for us to share the responsibility.” - and grade was a distant second, but also an important factor. She seemed like the type to hog a plant and blame him for not helping, if only to erase his chance of passing a class.

The same type of person that enjoyed crushing things.
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (01/26/2020 at 23:07)
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“Fine. But if she dies on your watch—”

She hadn’t thought her threat through before she had started to say it. Vega faltered, but only for a second.

“—then I’m going to make Professor Honeycutt give me a new partner.”

Too late, she realised that he would probably like that very much.

monday 24 october 2011
waning crescent


Over the past three weeks, Vega Violet Nettlebed had grown very attached to Fiona Spike Nettlebed. She did not want to hand her over to Avery Elliot, partly because she didn’t trust him and partly because she enjoyed her Fanged Geranium’s company more than she enjoyed that of almost all of her peers.

Plants were a lot less complicated and a lot less effort than people. 


“She likes classical music. And she likes fresh air—but if you’re going to take her outside, don’t take her out when it’s windy. She lost a petal in a gust of wind in the first week, and she’s terrified of breezes now.”

Vega frowned. She didn’t relinquish the flower pot yet. “And if you think she needs repotting before it’s time to give her back, you’re absolutely not allowed to do it without me.”
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* Avery Elliot

    (02/03/2020 at 00:59)
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Avery smiled because both of them knew that was no threat at all. He let 'Don't tempt me' hang between them as he nodded solemnly.



If Vega could look at Fiona without it wilting, Avery would almost say plant-motherhood suited her. The same way that crystal shards suited a window sill. It was somewhere through this thought that Vega finished and Avery absently filed away the additional information she gave.

Avery reached his hands out for the pot, nodding, "I'll update you every day."


notes, as promised, every day

her teeth are getting sharper

                                     she smiles like you do

  she has another blossom starting, i think she likes me more

                                                        yeah, i deserved
                                                         getting bitten.

does she sway or is she dancing to the music

                  what kind of classic music did you play for her

                                                                  moss agate is
                                                             her new best friend.

she drank moon water last night.

i don't think she likes the colour of this pot

                                             i don't think she
                                             likes this pot

meet me tomorrow
after breakfast?


saturday 12 november 2011
waning gibbous

Avery Elliot held Fiona very close to his chest, avoiding teeth and crushing any blossoms while keeping the plant comfortably secure. "It is good it's just past the new moon," he noted as he set the plant down on the long table recently cleared of food. The Great Hall still smelled like biscuits. "Did you find a pot she'd like in the greenhouse?"


You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (02/05/2020 at 19:18)
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The notes were sitting in a neat pile in the second drawer down of her bedside table.

She didn’t know why she had kept them, only that she had. By the time she had thought to question it, the thought of throwing them away was less appealing than it might have been if she had decided not to care when the first one had shown up on her pillow.

“I found lots of pots in the greenhouse.” Whether or not Fiona would like any of them was a different story.

“I couldn’t carry them all, so we’ll have to go together.”

greenhouse one


“These two are my favourites.”

She pointed first at a pale ceramic pot, the rim of which had been moulded to mirror thick, twisting vines, then at what looked very much like a pewter cauldron in miniature.

“They’ve got character, like her.” Two shades of blue clashed, “Which one do you like?”

* Avery Elliot

    (02/07/2020 at 03:01)
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The best way to avoid danger was to keep it within sight. He learned it when his back brought spitballs and his curls tangled in vicious fingers. He learned it when someone grabbed his bag and when he braced himself. Uncertainty was the same as a threat because predictability was his only defence.

Avery followed a step behind Vega, ensuring he had an extra second if she decided he wasn't worth the trouble of passing Herbology. He also counted on the fact that she cared for Fiona perhaps more than anyone else in her life (he had yet to be disproven on this suspicion), and he held Fiona carefully in front of him.

It was most definitely not because he could also watch the way light filtered through her hair and reminded him of summer woods.

His attention shifted from porcelain to ceramic with her prompt, evaluating each. One seemed more like Fiona, earthy and strong. The other simply looked like Vega took one of her cauldrons and put it here to throw him off.

"I think this one suits her better," Avery finally said, setting Fiona behind the vined pot. He tilted his head as if imagining someone wearing an outfit. "What do you think?" he asked to both snappy creatures in front of him.

You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (02/08/2020 at 18:03)
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Both snappy creatures bared their teeth in what might have been two matching smiles.

“She likes it,” Vega insisted, because that was easier than saying, yes, you’re right, it does. Fiona swayed slightly in her pot, which Vega could only assume was her version of a nod. They all agreed, then, even if the two girls hadn’t specifically said it out loud.

“Now we have to repot her.” As great a challenge as picking the right pot, if not a greater one. “I’ll hold her,” Vega held out her hands expectantly, “—and you get her new home ready.”

* Avery Elliot

    (02/09/2020 at 17:47)
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He found agreement easier to understand from the plant than Vega, who would never fully say she agreed with him. As long as Fiona liked it, though.

When Fiona was situated with Vega, Avery began to prepare the new pot. Enough soil to fill the edges, but leave her room to stretch her roots. Malachite nestled at the bottom. He sprinkled water from the New Moon in July's Leo to moisten the fresh soil, for good measure.

Reaching over, Avery shifted some of Fiona's topsoil to find the moss agate he'd given her, setting it aside for when she was re-potted. He also had some dried lavender to keep her company afterwards to help relieve some of the stress of the ordeal.

Putting some more soil into the pot, Avery eyed how high it was comparatively before deciding it was enough. "Ready?"
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

    (02/13/2020 at 17:35)
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Vega watched, hawk-like, as Avery did the dirty work and she cradled Fiona in her arms.

Blue eyes watched, not missing a thing, as he reached out towards Fiona, digging through the top layer of her soil. The semi-precious gemstone was, she could only assume, the moss agate he had mentioned in one of his notes.

She hadn’t understood it then. She still didn’t understand it now.

“—Ready.”

Vega broke from her thoughts, jarred into action by his question. With a gentleness that surprised even herself, the Gryffindor lifted Fiona out of her old home and lowered her into her new one.

As she reached for a handful of soil and began to cover up their Fanged Geranium’s roots, Vega’s impatient curiosity finally got the better of her.


“What’s the rock for? You never explained.”