CYPRESS.
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Rushing, running, carrying on, these were all things Cypress loathed. The Greenhouses weren’t only used for still life practice but also for a quiet, much needed escape. He banged open the door, glooming from the sky now in a downpour. Of course the second he had left the castle the overcast that loomed all day had broken. He was dry, thanks to a quick umbrella charm, but annoyed at the start of the pressure headache behind his eyes. Perhaps some quiet could be found in the back. His robe could be transfigured into a simple bed if the headache continued. Cypress quickly stalked his way to the back of the Greenhouse before doubling back after seeing something entirely out of place. “Miyumi?” He hardly saw her outside of classes. Truly he was surprised she hadn’t bolted the second he walked in.
Miyumi was thankful she was inside the Greenhouses when the rain poured. Guess she was stuck here — not that it bothered her, it was better to be here than be in the common room, where a lot of people stayed. Gloom was cleaning himself up at the edge of the table as she poured water on the plants, grateful that for once they were normal and not the noisy mandrakes. But the sudden creak of the door opening made her freeze in her spot. She slowly turned her head to see who the intruder was and it was the person she wanted to see the least. As he questioned her presence, she only gave him a blink while Gloom hissed.
