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Post by abimarie on Aug 14, 2011 21:02:47 GMT -5
Abigail absolutely adored plants. She knew nothing specific of any of them, but loved them nonetheless. Only Muggle ones, though. Each one of them held a mystery, unlike Wizarding plants, which were loud and obnoxious.
Anyways, Abi's love for Muggle plants was the reason why she was out here alone, a basket in hand. She had many empty vases in her home, which needed to be filled with bouqets. Bouqets which Abi picked, not bought. It was just a much more real and fun experience for her. Her mother was the same way when she was younger. Living in Wisconsin her whole life, Elle would always go out to the countryside to pick wildflowers to put in vases around the home. It brought life to the house. And it just felt necessary for Abigail to do the same.
Having reached a large patch of wildflowers, Abigail dropped to her knees and began picking.
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