LITTLEHEART, WINRY

[attr="class","bhsquot1"]Winry Littleheart

[attr="class","bhsquot2"]Olivia Cooke,

[attr="class","bhstext"]The weekend was approaching and as it dawned, so did the arrival of her mother coming to Hogwarts. Not many were fortunate enough to have their parents come and visit during school term but in Winry's case, she had the delight of seeing her every couple of months. The Littleheart duo of mother and daughter both tended to a lone thestral that they lent to the school for purposes to pull the carriages. It only seemed fair to permit the thestral access to his fellow species, having lived with the females for so long it would be cruel not to. The mysterious creature had wandered into the woods that backed onto their cottage house and resided there ever since, from a foal to its current adulthood. It would not be fair to suggest he was a mere pet, for the winged creature Winry had come to name Thresh was a lot more than that.

With the impending arrival of Winry's mum, the Hufflepuff thought it would be appropriate to give her mother a gift to bring home. Whenever the older Littleheart would come, the two would walk with linked arms along the banks of the black lake. She would always recall how her mum would admire the nature that grew in plumes of colours around the large body of water, reminiscing on her own time spent at the wizarding school. Winry decided her gift would be one of the tall flowers that grew near by the lake. It would be tricky but she would definitely try her best. Anything to put a smile on her mothers face.

Earlier that day it had been raining, for Winry had been watching the gloomy clouds for the whole day. It wasn't until her last lesson of charms class that she noticed the sun break through the clouds. This afternoon would be her chance! She was so excited at the thought of surprising her mother that she had made a quick escape after class - however did manage to knock into two passing Slytherin boys. She even forgot to apologize she was so excited.

Wandering closely to the black lake, Winry smiled to herself as she spotted the tall purple flowers. The petals danced on the wind like tiny feather dusters, tickling the air with their attractive grace. She had never been one for herbology, however recently she had come to taking care of a quaint little flower that she shared with a close friend of hers. Kneeling down, Winry withdraw a little trowl she had borrowed from the greenhouses and started to dig away at the earth - for she was too thoughtful to merely pluck or cut the flower stem by stem. The ground was damp and easily to break through from the rainfall but with care she peeled away the mud.

"Its a good job I didn't get stuck in any of those treacherous puddles." She giggled to herself, unaware of her surroundings until the sensation of company alerted her. For a moment she smiled, considering that it might be her mother arriving early. With bright eyes and muddied fingers she turned her head; expectant and warm with a smile.

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