Moonbeam Boutique booth open

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Pam was officially in love with this whole concept of booths.

She had taken the chance to take a look around before she would have to return to her own booth for the evening. She did not want to miss out the chance to get some customers. But some of the booths had looked so very inviting.

Yet another booth decorated with flowers caught her attention. Pam wasn't a big fan of flowers, if she were to be honest. Too many insects were often associated with them and she was terrified of bees. And there seemed to be a whole lot of flower booths that evening. She had crossed one (or two) which seemed to sell bouquets of flowers too. However, what did draw Pam's attention to this one was the fact that they were selling, not flowers, but flower crowns.

Flower crowns are pretty, a tiny voice in her head volunteered helpfully. Pam had to admit, some of the crowns she could see from where she stood looked beautiful. She stepped into the booth, and was immediately greeted with a combination of different flowery scents.

"Hello!" She greeted the girl softly. A ding in her head told her that she had seen the girl somewhere but Pam was incapable of remembering faces anyway. She was immediately distracted by a crate full of clusters of tiny pretty flowers, and Pam pointed at it, "What flower is that?" She took a quick look around before adding, "Do you... have anything with tulips?"

OOC: So, I wanted to clarify, the flower she's asking about would be Hydrangeas. I didn't mention a color bcz I believe the most common color of Hydrangeas are pink and blue(?) and you didn't mention any color in your post so

Dee was taking her job as camp organiser very seriously - so clearly, she had to inspect every single booth, and make sure everything was running smoothly. Dressed in an oversized light green shirt and beige shorts, she popped her head into each stall with a bright smile, chirped an "Everything going well? Do you need anything?" at the booth owner, and then left after either receiving an affirmative answer or fixing the problem in question - then apparated down to the next booth in line, sometimes after sampling the booth's offerings, as evidenced by the blue and bronze scales framing her face in shimmering metallic paint.

She'd slightly misjudged her target this time, though, and appeared with a loud cracking noise right inside the booth instead of in front of it. "Oops," she said, blinking as she tried to reorient herself while finding herself confronted with a truly impressive amount of flowers. "Oh, wow." It took her a second to figure out what she was seeing while she gingerly stepped around the flowers to the area meant for visitors. When she did, her face melted into a delighted smile. "You're making flower crowns?" she exclaimed. "I love that, can I have one?"

Only then Dee turned to look for the booth's owner. There were two girls around, and Dee gave both of them a wide smile, but decided the booth owner was likely the one with the flower crown on her head. Short and with curly hair, she was wearing loose beige clothes and her crown was absolutely stunning. She looked like something stepped out of a fairytale. "Oh, that is gorgeous," Dee gushed, leaning forward slightly to inspect the crown more closely. "Did you make that?"

Satisfied, she straightened back up, her smile softening a little. It had been a while since she'd last worn a flower crown, and the person who'd given it to her had left the school years ago. It was still a fond memory, after all this time. "This is really impressive. Can you make me one?" she asked, looking around at the assorted flowers. "I adore sunflowers, but I never thought of putting them into a crown." She picked one up, turning it between her fingers, then turned her bright smile back on the two girls. "I'm Dee, by the way. And you are?"

@Isadora Toussaint-Vilaça | @Pamela Graham

♕ Aug. 19th, 2025 | Arts & Booths Expo, London Quidditch Stadium ♕

Had it not been for Geneviève's steadfast presence, the boy would have been nothing short of rattled nerves and untempered anxiety in the remaining duration of the summer camp.

Since the unexpectedness of his mother's water breaking and her immediate escort to Hogsmeade to deliver, Alphonse was beholden to his maybe-girlfriend's compassion and patience during his time away from camp. The boy had always felt touched by her kindness since their initial meeting at Beaubaxtons following his drugging with a hearty dose of Amortentia by the headmasters, and those emotions only intensified since—soberly.

Inside the deep recesses of his mind, there still lingered a sliver of guilt for Alphonse's actions of abandoning his girlfriend the night of the Spring Ball, but blessed was he that Geneviève didn't treat Alphonse any differently or dismiss him altogether. Honestly, the Toussaint boy wouldn't have blamed her if she had ran for the hills. It was deserved after inviting her to an event that ended in hellfire; they never got the dance Alphonse promised her, and it ate at him for not being able to deliver upon his promises. And yet, Geneviève only bestowed the boy grace and understanding.

To say that Alphonse enjoyed her company was an understatement; there was no concealing the fact that their growing affections were mutual, too. The frequency of letters exchanged, the heartfelt messages scrawled on those pages, and the little moments shared since their arrival at the summer camp spoke volumes.

Hand-in-hand, the couple chatted and perused the different booths; Alphonse took it upon himself to find his cousin's booth first out of them all. "One sec. I put our orders in with Isa in advance."

Reluctantly releasing her hand, Alphonse slid behind Isadora's booth to retrieve the flower crowns his cousin had masterfully crafted. The flowers utilized were unknown by name to the moronic boy, but the crown jewel was the lavender roses, adorned with intricately-woven vines, pastel blues, white, and beige-hued flowers.

"Thanks cuz," Alphonse spoke, before returning to Geneviève's side and carefully placing it on her platinum hair with a feather-light touch, "Onto the next?"

——mentions. @Geneviève Caussade & @Isadora Toussaint-Vilaça
——notes. godmod permission was given. [1/3 booths visited]
——trunk. charmer, y2 ability, y3 ability

Alphonse has left the thread

date 19/08/25

word count 273

speech #8C2626

mentions @Isadora Toussaint-Vilaça

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As she wandered the grounds, the fragrant scent of a multitude of flowers greeted her. Lucille was intrigued, excited, too. The same floral scent surrounded her own booth, stocked full of different types of flowers. Lucille loved nature, and the promise and intrigue of flowers quickly led her to follow the pleasant fragrance.

She arrived at a booth which, like hers, had all kinds of flowers. This one, though, instead of bouquets, sold flower crowns, and Lucille's heart soared. She hurried over, quick to scan the flowers.

"Oh, I love your booth!" She said, looking up at the girl at the booth. She seemed slightly older than Lucille, and quite engaged with her booth. "My booth is a floral theme, too; it seems we share the same interests. I'm selling bouquets over there." She gestured vaguely in the direction of her booth, clearly more interested in the flower crowns.

She looked out at all the flowers before making her request. "A bit cliche, but can I have one with roses. And do you think violets would pair well with them?" She was genuinely curious about the girl's opinion. Lucille loved both the flowers, but she wasn't good at picking the nicest combination.

Roses had always been the girl's favorite flower. Perhaps because of her name, but more so their fragrance, the way they looked in a bush, and the fact that Lucille, at least, had scarcely been able to pluck a rose from a rosebush without being pricked by a thorn. It almost felt like the roses protected each other, growing in a beautiful entanglement of thorns, with pretty flowers at the ends.

Asara zoomed over to the next tent. She'd made a scrunchie and gotten her face painted. Next on her list was a flower crown. The sign outside had caught her eye. The moon, the flower pictures and the glowing silvery loops were so pretty. She walked in and stopped by the flower display.

Asara was awed at all the flowers. She always helped her Ma and Pa with the gardening back at home, they had both a muggle and a magical garden, but she still didn't think she'd ever seen as many pretty flowers as this. There were loose ones bundled up and ready to be woven together and some pre-made ones on display.

Asara debated with herself whether she'd get a custom one by the girl running the booth or make one. She'd made some with her friend Eilidh and her Aunty Oliva before but it felt like ages ago. She thought it over and decided she try it herself first. If it was bad she could ask the girl for help. She just had to pick the flowers.

The girl had sunflowers in her own flower crown. Asara liked the look of them and they'd match her new scrunchie well, so Asara decided to start with those. The Sunflowers would be the base, with their long stems forming the crown. The stems were green, so that 2 of her 3 favourite colours already. All that left was a blue flower and a few others for decoration.

For the blue flower she picked Blue Columbines. She liked how it had two layers, the top one looking like a tiny flower and the lower layer like a starfish. Then she added some dandelions, both the yellow ones and the poofy white ones, but she had to be very careful with them. Some of the poofy ones fell apart but they mostly stayed on place. For some more colour she chose a few pinkish-purple garlic flowers, which also looked like big pom poms, and some orange and red verbena flowers.

Asara slowly threaded them together, alternating the puffier flowers into patterns of large and small, adding in the others wherever she had room. When it was done she looked down at her work with a little frown. It was pretty but it was little loose and there were strange gaps. She chose a small handful of one more type of flower, angel amber kiss pansies, and carried everything over to the girl running the tent. Her auburn hair was even fluffier then hers and worn similarly, though Asara's was on top of head, like a big pom pom. When she didn't look as busy Asara came over.

"Excuse me. Can I please have some help tightening this? It'll fall apart. You can use these flowers if you need them."

The girl, Asara thought she heard someone call her Isa something, Isabella, Isadora? helped her tighten it, using the occasional pansy to add more tension and then handed her the final product. It was gorgeous.

"Thank you!", Asara put it on her head and bolted off. Picture time!

Flowers used

• Yellow Sunflowers
• Blue Columbines
• Yellow & White Dandelions
• Pinkish-Purple Garlic Flowers (Alliums)
• Orange & Red Verbena Flowers
• Brown Angel Amber Kiss Pansies

I saw many kids running round the carnival wearing crowns made of flowers. They were beautiful! I sweared that if I saw the booth selling these she would most definitely buy one. And what a coincidence that within one minute of roaming, there I saw!

The booth which was filled with flowers. White Lillies, Daisies, Roses in red, orange, white, blue and pink, Violets (in violet of course!!), Hibiscus and much more vibrant flowers added a colorful touch to the booth. "Hello! Mind if I get a flower crown?" I asked to the girl who set up the booth. I came to know that she was called Isadora because someone called her by that name.

"I want the crown to be elegant and simple" I said, "And at the same time it should have a touch of gentleness". I smiled at the girl. "I'm sorry if you don't understand what I said! I so picky with my things!". The girl seemed to be kind.

"How about lillies with tulips? " I asked the girl's preference "They'll look good right? I love tulips and lillies. Can you make it please?" I asked. I waited for some minutes seeing the girl make the crown delicately as if it was glass.

The more I saw the more I was mesmerised and captivated by the craftmanship of the girl. After it was done, I took it and smiled at her. "Thank you so much! It looks gorgeous." I said as I proceeded to other booths.

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Prat hadn't expected to be drawn in so easily towards an attraction, but the booth seemed to carry a warmth presence that demanded a second glance with no way to explain the reasons.

The air seemed heavy with the fragrance of blossoms, delicate and sweet, even sharp and earthy, and they reminded Prat instantly of the early morning he had spent with his grandmother, tending to her gardens in their estate back home.

The manor grounds had always been pristine rows of roses, orderly hedges of lavender and occasionally, small & stubborn patches of wildflowers that his grandmother refused to cut back for some strange reason, despite the insistence of her husband. Perhaps this familiarity was what brought him towards the booth, the scent was grounding.

He slowed down, the usually sharp and decisive stride softening as he approached the girl at the booth. She looked to be his age, movements that suggested she at least knew what she was doing to an extent. Prat's dark eyes swept over the display she had managed to set up.

Petals, crown and careful weaving, he quite appreciated the art.

"Your work is impressive," he said, tone lighter than it often was when addressing strangers he'd met in a carnival. He paused before allowing himself a small smile. "I’m Prat. What's your name?"
"Would you be willing to make a crown for me? Red roses, and I'm lost for ideas on others, but I was hoping you could help me with that. Adding whatever you think suits me best."

Prat was excited to see how she'd arrange and decorate it.

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