A memorial for a lost sister.... Pv Closed

The harvest of red flowers had taken place. He had talked with one of his own instructors who came over with their visiting group and had gotten some starters sent over, his grandmother had given him a good amount, and he had ordered some seeds online. Sure, everyone knew about roses but he wanted something more unique. He felt Mabel deserved that and knew that River would appreciate it more.

His collection included Alstroemeria, also called the red Peruvian Lily. It was a semi-ever-green plant that would hold its own with the upcoming cold winter months. He had Chrysanthemums and the chosen variety was one of a bright red with a brilliant yellow center - like a sunburst. Instead of Poppies he wetn for Anemone because some varieties bloomed in the Fall.

There were some magical varities there too, like the Paeanthus, the Siranthus, the Moxiendron, Helleoxinia. These were all varieties that would stay bloomed no matter what season, no matter what lighting conditions, no matter how well watered. It was sort of like the magical version of a fake plant - only they weren't fake - just magical!

Combined, they would give a variety of textures, sizes, and different hues of red into the garden and Miles also knew that they would harmonize well together and not fight for dominance in the space. No, they were good plants to be planted together and therefore good plants to place together within a memorial garden. He also brought with him one thing extra which he was eager to show River.

When he got to the location on the grounds, he saw she was already there waiting for him. "It's a little chilly today, but still a nice day to plant," he smiled to her, glancing up to the sun above and was glad that it was shinning down on them, providing as much warmth as it could against the slight breeze they were also encountering there within the Scottish Highlands.

"well I can agree with you for that!" River said with a laugh, "Mama sent this for you, as a thank you" she handed Miles the small box that held the Necklace, "Sorry, I think they thought you were a girl or something, they like the colors too."
The Girl smiled and asked "so in America is it really snowy? Like snow all year around? Mama said that you ski everyday all year around." This was most likely a wrong guess, snow all year around? Seemed pretty unlikely to happen anywhere!
She pointed to the seedlings she had at her feet, "Those are from Mabel's Jardin garden at home, You should have seen the letter I got back, 'oh we are so glad you have a new friend, hopefully you can bond with them over your time there! Are they from your school?'" River grinned, "If you were from my school then I would have met you and your amazing brain earlier! But I guess they never thought about that, sometimes Mama does things before thinking, Papa does it too, I wish I could say I don't but I sometimes do, and then Mama gets mad!" It was funny how her mother was such a hypocrite sometimes!
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OOC note: Please know that Clair's thought's actions and words are Clair's I might not agree with everything she says or does, if your going to hate her, Hate her not me. Thank you for understanding!
@Simon Kincaid

Miles took the box and opened it, curious as to what she meant by her mother thinking he was a girl but then he saw the necklace. It was cool and he tilted his head as he gave it a thought for a moment. "I bet I could somehow turn this into some kind of bookmark."

He slipped it into his jacket pocket and listened as River began to talk about what her mother thought was American by standards, through the girl's thick French accent. He was able to pick up most of her words. "Well, I live in the state of Washington. It's the top left corner of the country. We get snow, the most snow being in February, probably," he tried to think back to it. "But its not as snowy as you'd think and I've never skied." That was a muggle thing, anyway.

Miles then took the seedlings from the girl and went to where they were going to do their garden and began to get to work. He would know just what to do to ensure that they bloomed to their maximum capacity and kept doing so time after time.

As he worked, he listened to her talk about the letter she got from her mother. It seemed her mother was glad that she met a new friend and hoped that she kept the friendship going. "Well, I know we're both leaving back to our schools soon but maybe we could still write?" Miles paused to glance up to her and gave a small smile. Would be nice to have a penpal.

Writing as the one and the only NPC River Fayre.

River smiled, "You could use it as a bookmark or you could use it as a necklace like it was made to me." She said, her voice light and happy, she listened as Miles began to tell her about Washington,
"Oh! I've heard of that place, you guys have a huge house made of so e kind of white stone or something right? And your présidente ^president lives in it right? And it's called la maison Blanche ^{the white house}" she spoke smoother in French then she did in English, even if she did speak English at home sometimes, French was just that much easier for her. She thought for a moment "Some Muggle ways are not too bad, my family went skiing once, it was very fun, My sisters were not so into it, but I mean Mabel was so clumsy, she'd fall over and then step on her ski and get stuck, it gave us all a good laugh though!"
She smiled "That would be neat, I'm not great at writing in English, but I'm sure i could try! Lr I could write it all in French and make you figure it out!" She smirked "Do not worry I'm not that mean."
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@Simon Kincaidas Miles Thatcher

How about we stick to the English since you know most of it and I know like....no French," Miles said and opened up his bag. He pulled out a self inking quill and some parchment and scripted out two different addresses for her: one being his Ilvermorny location and the other being his one back in the state of Washington. "You've got the wrong Washington," he said as she spoke of the capitol of the country, and not the state in which he lived. "It's kind of confusing," he agreed. Still, he wasn't going to try and explain it right now because he didn't think he'd do a very good job of it for her.

She mentioned how some muggle things weren't that bad and he just glanced to her. What wasn't so bad? They had to actually expend physical activity in cleaning, they had to take far too long for their transportation, they didn't have all the advances that they did in medicine, and they just lived more miserable lives.

That all sounded quite tragic to him. "If you write to me, I'll write back," he promised as he handed her over the piece of parchment when finished. "And maybe we'll both return back to Hogwarts where we can check on this memorial garden at another time. I'll see you around? I gotta head out for now, but do keep in touch!"