A soft murmuring and muttering can be heard from within the shadows of the infirmary. Lights flicker softly as though quivering in fear. A lost silhouette hides amongst the curtains and cots, seemingly trying his best to avoid being seen at any cost.
It's unclear why or how the small, shadowy figure has made his way to the infirmary, but perhaps there's a small part of him that was drawn to the place. It's relatively isolated and out of the way, for starters. And... something about it just feels all too familiar.
Whilst hiding, the young figure noted the stray plants at work, cautiously breaking the illusion of his invisibility within the darkness as he crept out to get a closer look...
(🌙Casimir...? @night-raven-miscellany
*Crocuses are scurrying about, carrying different potion ingredients back and forth. Vern is humming a soft tune, almost like a lullaby as he measures the items he's brought. Pam is busy monitoring a small cauldron. The scent of tea and the sweetness of pastries comes from the nearby desk. A few crocuses are hopping about to finish making a cot up. Several more are fluffing pillows.*
(The cauldron's ready!!! And what did we tell you all about jumping around!?)
A little fun won't um.. hurt them..
*One particular crocus tumbles off the bed from getting bounced off. It lands by the small figure. It's squirming about as it tries to stand again. Laughter from the other crocuses can be heard from up on the bed*
(When I get back up there... stupid short leaves!!)