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The trip home had been exhausting for the Hufflepuff, the usual spunk she possessed had somehow been leeched away by her weekend in the muggle world. Although she had come back with plenty of candies to munch on throughout the semester and perhaps the following year, Anora found herself not caring very much for even her favorite green apple flavored Jolly ranchers. Visiting Yvette’s grave often left her feeling haggard and listless, her mind a muddled mess and the exhaustion written in every movement. Even the clothing she wore felt restraining and tight against her skin, the fabric rough along every inch of her. Other times she hardly felt its presence at all.

It might have been better to hole herself up in the dungeon since it was a lazy Sunday afternoon, but the thought of being cooped up had her grabbing the small bag of seeds the gardener had given her and making her way towards the greenhouses. The students were allowed to plot whatever they wanted as long as they took care of it and her hands hadn’t been in soil in a very long time. Gardening had been another habit Anora had discarded when she had suddenly decided that she didn’t care much about everything. An outright lie because sometimes she was still a busy body. Case and point, Elias Deveaux’s business with Evelina Young. Thinking about the conflict only made her throat constrict and she slammed the gate shut on that predicament. What Elias did and didn’t do wasn’t her business any longer, or at least she wasn’t going to be sticking her nose into his affairs anymore.

The boy had made it very clear that if she was going to assume then she should really just take a hike. Confessing these things to anyone had helped in the sense that she didn’t feel it pressing down against her chest, even if that someone had been a corpse who had answered her with nothing but silence in the aftermath of her confession. Being home had stirred up memories she’d locked away and her fingers found themselves moving up to touch the birdcage pendant she now wore under her clothes. Pausing to look out onto the school grounds with no memory of weaving her way through its corridors, Anora looked towards the forbidden forest.

Everything was still. An invisible wing ruffles the tree’s leaves as it ghosted over their tops, gusted away teasingly only to allow that crackling noise to settle once more. She turned away, dropping her hand from the small gold framed cage, neither the meaning nor the gift giver lost on the Chevalier heir. Fortunately – or maybe unfortunately – the greenhouse she’d entered was empty of people and beside the sounds of her footsteps of her soft breathing, Anora made no other sound as she entered. She had not broken her silence after departing Lyon, nodding or offering the ghost of a smile whenever someone greeted her. The smell of herbs, flowers, and earth assaulted her nose. Fingers brushed against leaves, taking in their thick or thin texture as she sometimes rubbed them between her fingers. Flowers tipped their faces towards the sun and almost seemed like they were waiting for her attention, and she ran a fingertip along their petals; then danced them away when they ventured closer to the more beautiful but poisonous plants.

By the time Anora had found a good place to plant she was already deep inside the greenhouse, obscured by all of the greenery surrounding her. The world drowned itself out as she knelt and instead of picking up anything to help her dig, started to part the earth with her bare hands. One by one she started planting the seeds she’d gotten, just a small handful so that this plot of land could house different flowers or herbs if she wanted to come back and do more planting later. The motions of parting earth, dropping a seed and then covering it again started to relax her, and slowly her mind begun to peel open. Sounds drifted in, students outside were talking animatedly about one thing or another. Anora couldn’t really bring herself to care at the moment, fixed instead on the planting. Part, drop, cover. Part, drop, cover. Over and over she repeated the motions, dirt sticking under her nails, smearing on her face as she wiped at it with the back of her hand, sticking in her hair when she pushed it back behind an ear.

When she had finished she sat back and simply stared at her work. A dozen Hydrangea seeds had been planted and the excess of whatever she had been feeling still had manifested in her tremoring hands. “Now what?” she mused, barely a whisper. There was something she was forgetting to do with the hydrangeas, one more step to take to make them blossom. Or was it bloom?
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Huang Lihan, or it he was going to follow English naming convention, Lihan Huang, did his best to imitate the expression of the annoying cartoon dragon he had seen many years at a movie theater. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyes were so squinted, he was only able to see a sliver of light from the corner of his eyes. With an overly exaggerated frown, the Chinese boy bellowed as loud as he could into the empty greenhouse.

“Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your cow!”

He frowned, still not pleased with his results despite practicing for the last half an hour or so. His tone wasn’t exactly the same as Mushu’s, which was going to be problematic once he actually got up on stage to perform. When he auditioned for the school play of Mulan, Lihan expected to obtain the role of the dashing Captain Li Shang but he was instead demoted to playing a wimpy little dragon that definitely was not a good representation of what an actual Chinese dragon looked like. When the results of the audition were out, the Gryffindor had been ready to quit right then and there, but his commitment stopped him. He was a boy of his word and he definitely gave his word when he said he’d participate if he managed to land a role. And Mushu was definitely a role. Wimpy dragon or not, he supposed Mushu was still a main character so he couldn’t be complaining that much. Even if Lifen was probably going to find ways to get front row tickets to the play and laugh every time he made an appearance as the cowardly Mushu.

The boy sighed, staring at Mushu’s lines on the page. He could do heroic, but comedic relief was a bit difficult. What did he need to do to become one with the Mushu? The dragon was a bit of an idiot, so maybe he needed to imitate that part too with widely exaggerated gestures? Feeling completely like a fool, he pointed his finger at an imaginary Mulan and walked backwards while repeating the same lines. “Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on--woah!”

A vine caught his ankle, forcing the boy to fall forward. Unfortunately for Anora Chevalier, she would soon find a surprised raven-haired boy tumbling straight towards her. He collided against her side painfully and went sprawling on the ground in a tangled mess.

Lihan quickly picked himself back up and would try to help whoever he managed to trip. “I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Concern lined his face. His eyes were set in the gentlest of expressions. While his tone had mostly been playful with the Mushu lines, his voice was now filled with worry. He had some handmade ointment in his pouch in case the girl scraped her knee or something, but it would have been better if she wasn't hurt at all.

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“Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on--woah!”

An answer had been on the tip of her tongue, on the verge of remembrance. Unfortunately that was the only warning the Hufflepuff got before someone came crashing into her side just as she turned to look for the source of the noise; startled out of her reverie. The collision caused Anora to lose her balance and her arm waved uselessly in the air while her body tumbled and the other tried to catch her weight. Sadly her palm hit mud, skidding and she fell side and face first into the moist soil. The taste of soil was in her mouth and as she went to sit up someone was trying to help right her. Allowing herself to be right, Anora wiped at her mouth with the back of her arm, nose scrunched as she spit out soil and turned fiery, glittering cerulean eyes glared at this dark haired boy.

As soon as she saw the look on his face the sudden flare of anger drained out of her with a single breath. Anger was not going to help her in this situation and she didn't want to be mad inside the greenhouse, not in the one place she could find peace of mind. Yet his disturbance had annoyed her and she thought about telling him to take a hike when she waved him off, noticing the blood dripping form her palm. "Ouch." Some thorns had cut her palm open and embedded themselves in the flesh there. "I'm okay. Maybe just a bruised ego but nothing serious," she mumbled, plucking some of the thorns out of her palm and flicking them away before turning a slightly dulled expression towards him.

"What are you doing in here? And who were you yelling at about Dishonor?" Something about the words he had been uttering sounded familiar to the brunette but she couldn't quite place them. Perhaps she had been too far gone in her thoughts, wrapped up in her actions and the visit that she hadn't realized just how much it had affected her physically. Grimacing she wiped the blood off on her jeans and clicked her teeth together at the stinging sensation. There was more than likely dirt in the wound and Anora rose to her feet, cradling the palm against her chest as she moved towards the hose to wash the wound clean.

Anora turned to look over her shoulder as she opened the water and began to rinse the cut out, noting that she didn't know who this boy was. He definitely wasn't in her house because she'd have at least seen him wandering around their common room if that had been the case. He had small almond shaped eyes and a squared jaw, but unlike some his face didn't overtake his eyes and make them look smaller. In fact against the strong cheekbones they stood out, especially when framed by his mussed dark hair. Her eyes raked over him in a once over, checking to make sure that he wasn't bleeding like she was since she hadn't bothered to ask how he was doing. Maybe she should have led with that; but honestly speaking her mind was frazzled and cohesiveness probably wasn't her strong point at the moment.

She should have brought a rag or something, but at least she hadn't brought sheers. Merlin knew just how much damage those would have done if one of them had fallen on top of the blades.

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Lihan thought he saw blood, but he couldn’t have said for certain with just a cursory glance. Unfortunately, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw her bloody hand, rose thorns embedded deep within her palm. Guilt settled in his stomach. Images of his own blood resurfaced. He had gotten into a number of fights that resulted in some rather nasty wounds, but it still unnerved him to see the metallic liquid spill. Not to mention, he was completely fine after the collision. There might have been a scratch here or there, but otherwise, he was not bleeding whatsoever. A blood-replenishing potion sat in the pouch around his waist, but the dark-haired boy was hesitant to offer it to the girl considering it didn’t look like her injury warranted it. Instead, Lihan took out the Murlap Essence he had recently created only a few days ago. It was a small bottle filled with orange-yellow liquid. He had spent many afternoons with the Murlaps, coaxing them to give up their tentacles. Twisting open the cap, he walked over to the girl. With an apologetic stare still present on his face, he placed the bottle in her peripheral view.

His voice carried a hint of playfulness that was characteristic of the Huang boy, but that was mostly a result of hearing the girl’s earlier comments. If she could joke at least a little, he assumed that she wasn’t taking the fall too badly. “This is Murlap Essence. It won’t be able to heal a bruised ego, but it provides relief from cuts and expedites the healing process.” Shifting his weight towards his left leg because he was still feeling awkward about the moment, he hesitantly said, “I’m...really sorry, once again. I should have been aware of my surroundings. The Gryffindor common room was getting rowdy, so I decided to come down here and practice.” That was a half-lie. Truth was, he didn’t want his twin sister watching him as he recited the lines like an idiot. Because he just knew she was going to laugh at him.

At the mention of dishonor, the boy was only able to respond with a sheepish grin and tilt of the head as he tried his best to form a coherent sentence that wouldn’t have him sounding too foolish. After all, he failed to obtain the coveted position of Captain Li Shang and was instead relegated to playing a wimpy dragon. “It’s from a Muggle movie called Mulan. I’m uh part of an upcoming school play. You should come if you have time. Take your mind off your worries kind of thing. It’s being organized by a group of students and we’re planning to have a small festival afterwards. It’ll be fun.”

He stood behind the girl as she washed out the blood from her wound, keeping a polite distance away as he admired the plants in the greenhouse. The silence was a bit unsettling, so he talked to fill the emptiness. “I’m planning on going to the theatre later with a couple of friends. We’re going to practice for a bit, but we’re also looking for new members. Do you want to join?” Not wanting to put too much pressure on the girl he just met, he added, “If anything, we have free food up for grabs. Not the usual food, but pizza and junk food!”

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Surprisingly enough Lihan’s words had managed to make the Hufflepuff laugh, or at least a giggle left Anora’s lips at his admittance that he could only heal her physical pain but that anything going as far as emotional or even egotistical was out of his skillset. “Thanks, I think this might at least appease a narcissistic god; so it’s more than good enough for me.” She held her hand out for him to apply the Murlap Essence himself as she didn’t want to end up using too much and wasting it. From what she could recall Murlap Essence was tedious to make if only because getting Murlaps to give you their tentacles was annoying and time consuming beyond belief. She didn’t think she could wait that long for the things to cooperate. Patient, as many knew, was more definitely not Anora’s virtue.

The thorns had been mostly removed and after he applied the Murlap Essence the pain started to subside gradually. Anora noticed the way the boy’s weight shifted and she straightened a little to look him over just to make sure that he wasn’t hurt as well. The preoccupation had been for her own bleeding hand and the slow process of her mind had only been able to process one thing at a time when being snapped out of itself in that particular fashion. Although she wouldn’t want it happening again – an emotion seconded by the pain in her side – she couldn’t deny that it had been effective, had it been what he was going for. She couldn’t say for sure why he had put her in a good mood, maybe it was because he looked horribly ashamed of himself or because he had followed up on the joke about her ego; but it was a fresh breath of air regardless. A small smile crept onto the girl’s face as she turned around and leaned against the sink, using the hem of her shirt to dab at the palm of her hand. “It’s fine. The plants might have thought you were yelling dishonor at them and tripped you for it. It’s been known to happen,” she said helpfully.

Perhaps if it had been any other day she might have snarled at him for not watching where he was going or driving that guilt in further but that empty feeling she’d been having had been replaced – if only momentarily – by his exuberance and she wanted to bask in that warmth for as long as she could. Besides, she didn’t want to have that guilt settle over her like a seconds skin so soon.

The mention of practicing made her body stiffen and her mind drift to darker places, more specifically to a certain night and a very specific play. It had been a chance encounter but it had caused enough damage, she had done enough damage that he stomach twisted and knotted. Her mouth went dry and she second guessed her approach to this, thinking maybe she should drive this would-be actor away so that he wouldn’t be bringing more tragedies into her life. Fortunately as Lihan pressed forward the words “Muggle” and “Mulan” yanked her back from continuing that dark corridor and she blinked at him. “Mulan? They’re letting you do a Muggle play?” She looked around at the greenhouse and bit her lower lip, hesitant to leave the sanctuary of her own creation and go somewhere that held what was becoming a distasteful memory.

“Um... am I allowed to see first? Maybe decide if it is for me or not before I join?” Acting was not something the Hufflepuff had ever thought of doing. She enjoyed watching plays but getting up on stage in front of hundreds of people was not something she’d ever entertained, and it was vastly different to attending plays rather than being in them. Her stomach growled as if on cue, softly enough that he could have missed it between his words. “Pizza?” That sounded enticing enough to get her to go, and if there was junk food then there was bound to be candy. Fun, when was the last time she’d had fun doing anything? Anora looked at the plants again, at the small smudges of dirt caused by their collision and took in the silence. Suddenly she didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts and her plants. “Sure, let’s go. Lead the way, Mr. Mulan.”

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Lihan was careful when he applied the Murlap essence with the end of a cotton swab, avoiding unnecessary force in an attempt to avoid further irritating her her cuts. He was meticulous in his movements, dabbing lightly with a dexterity that might have given off the idea that he was used to it, healing and cleaning wounds. After he ensured the cuts were decently covered with a layer of Murlap essence, he twisted the cap back on and stuffed the bottle into his pouch. It wouldn’t have been incorrect to say that the boy was used to this sort of thing. He worked as an intern at the Hospital Wing, though his interest in healing had started much earlier than that.

While his sister was busy practicing sword techniques at their family’s academy, he focused his time in the garden. While healing ointments did sort of grew on trees, the plants he handled needed a lot of care and attention. Some only needed water twice of a week; others required Lihan to water them every other day. There were always inspections to be done. Pests made themselves home on the leaves of the sweeter plants. Lihan wasn’t a fan of pesticides, so he was busy getting rid of the pesky insects. Trimming the branches of the overgrown was a necessity if he did not want unhealthy plants. Maybe that was why he spent a portion of his time at the greenhouse.

It felt like home...if he disregarded the number of plants in here that could potentially kill him for getting too close.

He rubbed the back of his neck at the mention of dishonor, letting out another sheepish smile. The plant she hinted at might have been Venomous Tentacula. The vines were fairly mobile and had a tendency to grab unexpected students. Lihan had the pleasure of being grabbed at the ankle by said plant when he was examining some other plant during one of his herbology classes in his third year. It hadn’t been too traumatizing because the professor had found out in time and cut the boy loose from the vines before any venom could be injected, but it had not been fun.

There was hesitance written all over her face in regards to the theater. He recognized the look from his experience with other people. The wizard nodded, “Yes, a Muggle play, but it’s a lot of fun. We have a lot of stage effects prepared for the fireworks and other scenes such as the battle with the Huns.” He didn’t really stop and consider the idea that Anora might have been considering the age-old feud between purists and Muggle advocates. Truth be told, he never really thought about Mulan as a Muggle play. To him, it was a Disney adaption of a legend from the past.

Though it appeared impossible, Lihan managed to stand up straighter even though the boy had already been standing straight previously. He clasped his hands together and nodded understandingly. “I understand that acting might not be for everyone, so I’m grateful that you’re giving us a chance. I was hesitant when I first joined too, but I was convinced eventually...or maybe I was bribed by the promise of pizza every week.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, but then shrugged. “Let’s go!” Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he led her out of the greenhouse.

Despite promises of rain in the afternoon, there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. That seemed to encourage the Gryffindor some more, as it almost looked like he was dancing lightly on his feet. He was a fast walker, trained by years of following after a very athletic twin sister. Except Lifen was not with him today and that brought a strange feeling. “Do you have any siblings?” It was a sudden question, but Lihan was not known for being predictable. A few more steps further and the two would have made it to the theater. The wizard arrived earlier than the specified time, but he figured it would be better if he gave some time for Anora to readjust to her settings. He understood that it could be overwhelming to meet a bunch of strangers as opposed to only one stranger.

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