dandelion, helicocia, jasmine, daisy!
dandelion: do you think you’re important?
The question startled her, reminding her of a similar question sneered at her by her brothers. Their tone alone answered the question for her - she was nothing, the dust under their shoes and utterly meaningless in the scheme of things. Though she had higher self esteem now, her understanding of her own self importance was something of a sore subject. She was the caretaker of her friends, those she considered her own blood, and her life was secondary to theirs. And even in the coming war, she knew that there was a high possibility of her not making it; and she was fine with that. She would happily die for a cause she believed in, for the greater good that she trusted existed - in that was, she supposed, her life was good for something, had some use in the war that would decide the fate of those she cared about. After thinking for a moment, she smiled, the pull of her lips touched by sadness. “In a way, I suppose.”
helicocia: do you like when it rains?
“Yes! I love it. I really enjoy thunderstorms, more than any other weather. I did have a bit of a scare during a quidditch match - apparently lightning can strike just about anywhere, including near my broomstick. Dampened my love of lightening just a bit, but I still love thunderstorms and rain.”
jasmine: what color looks best on you?
“Well,” Eliza drawled, “As a proud ‘puff, I’m contractually obligated to say yellow. But, just between us, I think I look pretty fantastic in red.”
daisy: how old were you when you had your first kiss?
Eliza bristled, but attempted to remain neutral. “Eleven,” she answered. It wasn’t the question that bothered her but the memory itself. Cress and she were just kids, trying to emulate what dating meant when they were only eleven. Their first kiss - her first kiss - marked the downfall of their romantic relationship, both them realizing that they weren’t each other’s types almost instantly.
