everyone loves my tulip fest photos so I figured id post some more!
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everyone loves my tulip fest photos so I figured id post some more!
@daphodils (Hannah)
It had been a great morning until an owl tapped it’s beak against Harry’s window and he was forced to set his cup of tea down before he had even managed to drink one drop of it. He had went over, let the owl in, took the letter, read it, read the letter again and then cursed under his breath.
It was his day off from training, which happened once in a blue moon, and yet here he was, socially obligated to fulfil the healer’s request to come and meet Gilderoy Lockhart in St Mungo’s. Did he want to see Lockhart? No. Did he worry that Lockhart mentioning Harry’s name, as the letter said, could lead to any unfortunate questions directed at him and Ron? Also no. The healers were just delighted that Lockhart seemed to start to remember something and Harry decided to be a good samaritan and left his tea standing where it was to get dressed.
Half an hour later he was at the reception of the hospital and drummed his fingers agains the counter. There was no one there and he checked his wristwatch. There ‘should’ be someone there, but he knew where Lockhart’s ward was located, he technically didn’t need to wait around here.
He climbed the stairs up to the fourth floor, greeting people he met on the way.
Spring time
your wifey ??? your bff ??? i'm sorry ma'am , do i know u ?
EXCuse U MA’AM. ARE WE BEING SASSY IN THIS HOUSE TONIGHT BC I WILL CRY.
That’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll just go crawl in a corner in my cave and die of lonliness bc u don’t love me.
@daphodils liked for a starter.
The bard plopped down across from the familiar face in the crowded bar. She hadn’t seen him enter, he was well aware of that. “Now... what are you doing in a place like this?” A brow had raised as he considered Narcissa.
@daphodils | when blondes have too much fun
Early morning light disturbs her slumber, and she gives a sleepy little huff, pulling Egyptian cotton sheets over her face. There’s a warm body beside her, and she she seeks out the comfort of it. Smooth, sweet, a precious surprise really. Narcissa’s scent is familiar, and actually quite comforting, given the current state of her brewing hangover. ❛ Tell me we didn’t do away with Fabio last night. ❜
Uusi Monsteri!
Oikeastaan tämä kirppislöytö on ollut minulla ainakin puoli vuotta, mutta en ole kiirehtinyt sen kanssa. Tänään olisi pitänyt siivota, mutta jäin miettimään tätä neitosta ja.. Lopetin siivoamisen :D
Professori Ivy on kiinnostunut kasveista!
“Tällaista pituuskasvua jos voisi liittää Monstereihinkin!”
Ja on selvästi vähän kuin tohtori Frankestain..
So far the most peaceful project, I don’t draw flowers but I might do it more.... if it’s the daphodill. Seems to be the only flower I like. And cross hatching is trickier than I thought, oh well another thing to learn and get better at!