The sound of cutlery scraping plates filled the air, mixed with a hundred different conversations and the slurping of orange juice. Violet shot a look at the Gryffindor situated next to her, who blissfully continued to slurp away. They didn’t care about Violet’s foul mood or the fact they were infuriating or her thoughts about how it was far too early in the morning. In all honesty, she’d still be in the loving embrace of her bed if it weren’t for the fact that she had to attend class. It was as if she were in school, or something equally as preposterous. The blonde looked down at her plate and the half eaten piece of toast that had taken up residence there. Violet didn’t have much of an appetite (rare, I know) and the jam covered piece of bread had to be the temperature of ice by now.
All around her, her mates were lively and full of enthusiasm and it didn’t interest her at all. Vi turned her head to inspect the Grand Hall, wondering if every other student possesed the chipperness she lacked this very morning. They did. It didn’t make her feel any better. As the blonde surveyed the room, she noticed one particular head missing from the sea of green, blue and yellow ties. I mean, it wasn’t that hard to miss Gilbert (he was that bloody tall) but Vi couldn’t help but admit she had been hoping to spot him. If anyone could shake her of her awful mood and make her smile, it’d be Gillyweed.
If he wasn’t in the hall eating, there was only one other place he could be. Well, not exactly true, but Violet would bank everything she owned that her hunch was true.
Now a woman on a mission, she stacked a few pancakes onto a napkin and wrapped it up into a nice wee travel package. With a quick wave goodbye to her friends, she was off (and probably in the nick of time too. She was this close to stabbing a fork into Mr Orange Juice). The morning air was chilly and Violet couldn’t help but smile as she saw her puff of breath circulating in the air. The cold wasn’t her favourite and the temperature seemed to only be dropping day by day. The blonde wrapped her robe closer to her body and quickened her pace, hoping to get to her destination a lot quicker. To pass the time as she walked, she blew out air, marvelling at how her breath swirled in the air. It did the trick too - it seemed like in no time, Violet had reached the greenhouses where she hoped (she knew) Gilbert would be.
Violet peeked her head into a few of them, her frown growing slightly as each one came up empty. She’d have to admit, she’d be even crabbier today if her hunch was wrong and she couldn’t find- Never mind. There he was, in the second to last greenhouse, looming over everything in the way he always did. “Fancy seeing you here Gillyweed.” Violet addressed him as she entered the room, no trace of her frown left. She placed her package on pancakes on the closest table (before hoisting herself up onto it too). “I bought you breakfast… They didn’t have any banana choc chip pancakes so I had to improvise.” she told him, pulling a banana out of her pocket and placing it next to the (only slightly) smushed pancakes.
if violet didn’t make herself known, he wouldn’t have realized she found him in the middle of dealing with the bubotuber he collected the other morning. but hearing her speak quickly made him look up from the large, thick, black slug looking plant, vigilant not to get its pus on him. although, gilbert certainly was decked out in protective gloves---within reason, as if undiluted pus came into contact with his skin somehow, it can affect it in unintended ways. he never wanted to find out what those were for himself. she brought him breakfast. while it wasn’t the first ( nor the last ) time violet did it, it never failed to make gilbert smile. “it’s completely fine,” he reassured her, knowing well that banana chocolate chip pancakes weren’t exactly on the menu. “it’s the thought that counts, you know? thank you.” he couldn’t stop grinning in the blonde’s direction, more so fixated on how she carried the food all the way here. she must’ve looked through all the greenhouses---some reason, hogwarts thought it was a good idea to have THIS many ( he wasn’t complaining, he spent most of his time in them after all ). it really was the thought that counts.
carefully removing his gloves, which by themselves were actually surprisingly cleaner than he imagined they’d turn out, gilbert set them down next to the plant before moving to his discarded bag to get his sanitized hand wipes. “my mum gave them to be. er, well, both of my mums actually...” he felt the need to explain them, for some reason. perhaps because he knew not many students carried these and he felt... odd. more odd than usual, even. “they said it’s better to be safe than sorry---i agreed. hence the gloves even---but that was also a suggestion from your dad and,” he forced himself to stop once he cleaned his hands and put the pack back. “and do i always ramble about things? i feel like i do a lot, and i don’t know why.” it was a partial lie. he knew sometimes. he did it when he was really excited or either nervous. but he wasn’t either of those ( arguably, he was excited to see his BEST friend and secret lowkey crush but the latter was yet to be proclaimed in full, if ever ). maybe he was quiet for too long and everything decided to overflow? hopefully that was it. either way, violet never seemed to really mind his verbose speech and he was beyond thankful for it.
moving towards said best friend and the makeshift breakfast, however, the hufflepuff still towered over the girl even at her sitting height; surely the table was giving her some help, but evidently not enough. taking the pancakes from where they were placed, gilbert graciously took a bite from one---and then didn’t speak again until he was done chewing and swallowing it, not wanting to be... ‘a typical teenage boy without manners’ ( lucinda said it was rude to talk with your mouth full, whereas selina also argued it was downright gross ). “you really are the best, vi. i’ve probably said that a BILLION times before, but i’ll never stop saying it.” ‘i’ll never stop saying it’, may as well have said ‘you’ll never stop being the best’ or something equally lame and cliché because it meant all the same.
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