A crown upon your head Closed

Summer Camp prior to going to Hogwarts was going to be a rather interesting time for sure. Ready and excited to spend time with kids that were close to his age was energizing. Aziraphale loved his Nana, but it was going to be nice to be able to play games with other people who wouldn't get tired as quickly. Making sure that he looked nice before heading out of the tent for the day, Aziraphale was on a mission, a mission to make some friends prior to going to school. Wandering about for a bit, he finally found a spot that looked like a good place to meet people.

A patch of grass was there, one that had some surviving flowers tucked into it. Not even thinking twice about it, Aziraphale made his way over to it and sat as much in the middle of the flowers as he could. Plucking up some of the flowers, his fingers started to twist and weave the steams about to make the beginnings of a flower crown. Stopping only long enough to wave at anyone who came within view shot, Aziraphale smiled away as if the sunbeams from the sky were reflecting off of his face.

"Hi! Do you want to make a crown with me?"
A crown upon your head Closed
Interacting with @Aziraphale Hemingway
Lucia was on a wander. It was such a nice day that she hadn't been able to resist heading outside and so had done just that, slipping on a light summer dress in - yup, you guessed it - another shade of yellow and a pair of white sandals, and leaving her hair loose around her shoulders.
Of course, she definitely wasn't going to go on a long walk - just one glance at her attire would have told anyone that - but she did want to have a short one, if just to see if she could find any nice flowers.
On her walk, she came across a patch of flowers - mostly daisies but also a few buttercups and dandelions. Sitting on them was a boy who waved as Lucia approached.
Did she want to make a flower crown? Yes, it would be nice, but then again she didn't know this boy. But as she came closer, Lucia realised that the boy was not a Hogwarts student, or at least not one she had ever seen before. From his accent, she could tell he was not from Ilvemorny or Durmstrang, which meant that - oh Merlin - he was probably a soon-to-be First Year.
Lucia couldn't bring it upon herself to give this boy a bad impression of her school so she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Sure, why not," she said as she sat down, not exactly next to the boy but close.
"I'm Lucia," she introduced herself, holding out a hand. "Fox. I'm going into Second Year, at Hogwarts."

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