Closed little greens pv errand

◦ P O S T ◦ #1 ◦

If Odette is being honest, she couldn’t care less about aiding the ecosystem. Well, at least not when it calls for growing wildflowers, ferns, sedges, and moss. When she first heard about this, she incorrectly assumed that the students could plant whatever they liked, wherever they liked. Its promise had the blue-eyed witch salivating at the thought of growing her own secret potion garden.

Not only would Odette be able to stop paying for new ingredients, but she could sell her botanicals to failure-prone first-years, ambitious potioneers, and her biggest consumer market– students taking their OWLs and NEWTs. She’d be swimming in pools of Galleons twice the size of the Great Lake simply from selling to stressed fifth and seventh years in Ravenclaw alone. They do not mess around with their grades. If anything, the young entrepreneur would have just been doing her house duty by slipping them some under-the-table herbs in their time of need.

Positively saint-like!... If you squint and ignore the galleons in her eyes.

By paying her a few Sickles, Odette could have had all their anxiety and tension melt away, leaving customers so relaxed they’d feel like they’re floating high off the ground on a cloud. Instead, she’s holding a packet of Scottish Bluebells and stabbing her trowel a smidgen too hard into the soil she’s supposed to be ‘healing.’ Glaring icily at the dirt as if it’s at fault for her own misunderstanding.

Odette can practically hear her mom lecturing her about respecting the earth and treating it with love and care in her soft and soothing voice — like a hippy, dad jokes— as she explains how to choose the right spot and prepare the soil properly.

Closing her eyes, Odette takes a steadying breath, releasing it slowly until she can feel the frustration dissipate into the soft spring breeze. Opening her eyes once more, she reaches for the trowel and tries again more gently. Her mind clears with each slide of her spade and every tender pat on the soil, ensuring each seed is tucked cozily underneath.

The persistent glare of the sun leaves a comforting warmth on her back as Odette loses track of time. Planting three seeds before wiping the sweat off her brow with a satisfied smile. Maybe there’s some merit to gardening even if she can’t profit from it. It’s quite relaxing.

Hearing a sudden shout, Odette looks away from her three cute little mounds of dirt towards a blurry figure walking her way– it’s hard to see with the sun in her eyes. When his shadow is close enough to block the light, she meets a boy wearing a yellow t-shirt and rolled-up jeans. His outfit and fluffy blonde hair really don't match the loud energy of someone asking if she's a plant murderer.

A quick glance behind him reveals a poorly dug hole next to a potted seedling, and she wonders if she’s about to be an accomplice to his crime.

“I’d say nature and I are on good terms,” Odette snorts, a tempting idea growing in her mind like a weed. Instantly, like a flip of a switch, her amused smirk sharpens into a shrewd grin and her velvety tone shifts to an animated cadence, “In fact, I’m a gardening expert!” She really only knows the basics, not that she’ll tell her customer that. Pointing at his plant, she innocently offers, “Your seedling looks pretty cool. Definitely the best looking of the bunch. If you want a pro tip, I’d be happy to show you the ropes... for a small fee, of course.”

With any luck, the young entrepreneur may profit from this, after all.

◦ P O S T ◦ #2 ◦

Never in her life has Odette been called something as insulting as a scammer. Greedy prat? Sure! Enormous butthead? Absolutely! Ironically called an opportunistic witch from an unknowing muggle? All the time! Mock her character all you like, but she draws the line at slandering her business ethics! Her father always taught her that transparency and a hint of exaggeration are two of the most vital pillars of running a successful business. She’d never stoop so low as to-to…she can’t even say the word! It’s incomprehensible in her mind.

“Sc-scammer? It’s not like I’m some creepy hag from Knockturn Alley! I’m just a witch with a green thumb and a proposition.” Odette huffs, crossing her arms indignantly, “If I were a conwoman, you’d already be short five Galleons and wrist deep planting my seeds without even realizing.”

Taking a breath to steady herself, Odette tries to ignore the offense unknowingly shot against her. Despite Fluffy-haired Boy’s suspicion painting clear across his face, he’s still curious enough to hear her out first. So long as there’s even a sliver of interest in his eyes, she can deal with a little apprehension. After all, she’s a businesswoman.

Before Odette can try and turn things around, her customer perks up and boisterously greets the newcomer heading their way. Sort of like how the golden retriever her childhood friend, Evereley, has tends to run headfirst into the door whenever someone knocks. The comparison has her nose twitching in suppressed laughter and a fond smile tugging at her lips.

Though, her amusement quickly fades as Odette’s gaze shifts to the older boy, blue eyes trailing up…and up…and up. With the way he towers over her on the ground, she can’t help but feel like a houself. Perhaps she should start squatting down whenever she needs to speak to one of them in the library.

“I’m Odette,” she smiles easily to Kim, brushing soil off her palms. “Fluf– Aodhan’s, um— gardening contractor. I’ve only planted here so far. Why?”

Odette’s stomach twists as she listens to Kim explain the issue of roots tangling. Eyeing her three cute little mounds of dirt, she feels her ears flush with heat while wondering if hers are too close together. A true gardening expert would know. Maybe Aodhan–Fluffy-haired Boy, as she came to find out his name— was right in calling her a scammer. Next to someone with actual horticulture knowledge, all she has is a trowel and a good pitch. Still, a good businesswoman doesn’t let something like this throw her off—she simply…pivots.

“Well,” she says, brushing the dirt off her knees while standing up and pointedly ignoring the fact that she barely comes up to Kim’s shoulder to spare her dignity. “It’ll be good having Kim’s gardening expertise around.”

Clasping her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels, her blue eyes flicker to Aodhan with a thoughtful glint. “Still interested in my help planting the lil guy? Don’t worry, I’m waiving the fee. Your common room password will do just fine.”