#soft amos

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

[amosisnotahero]

Where: the Lovegood’s garden When: mid-February, post-census announcement Who: open to all

It’s easy to lose himself in gardening. He has a greenhouse back home, and some plants scattered about indoors in the less-humid air, and at home he spends much of his time there when he’s not working. It’s soothing, an activity he used to share with his mother, pressing fingers down into loam and mulch while she murmured instructions over her shoulder. It’s hot and sweaty work and he compensates for the loneliness of losing her by talking to her--his--plants. He discusses the state of their leaves with them and tells them stories about his life, talks to them like they still hold memories of his mother puttering about and he only has to chatter along until he unlocks them.

It’s no surprise that he gravitates towards gardening, here. The Lovegoods have an interesting setup--he hasn’t even heard of half the things they claim to be growing, but he’s curious nonetheless, and they’ve allowed him some space to cultivate some of his own. Dittany, he thinks, might be a good addition.

He’s got dirt on his knees and a trowel in his hands, and he’s not wearing gloves, carefully tugging at tiny sprouts of weeds and talking to himself, because it’s a habit by now when there are plants between his fingers.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he apologizes to a yielding weed. “Thanks for being so accommodating, though. These other plants, they’re too polite to say, but they really can’t share the dirt with you.”

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

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