Life had been a bit of a whirlwind since the fog had lifted and since she'd gone to London that day to see Mr. Tilcott. Business was busy, that was for sure, but her thoughts were a bit scattered wondering if the quidditch player was alright. She hadn't heard from him since. So she chose to hope that no news was good news. Perhaps his father had miraculously pulled through. Things like that happened all the time after all, didn't they?
Regardless of what she had or hadn't heard, she'd been busier than usual at the shop. Without the fog, people wanted pretty and bright flowers again and Zinnia's arrangements were still highly sought after. She'd also started earning a bit of a name for herself in regards to her paintings and had been commissioned to do some. No portraits as of yet, but she'd take what she could get. Especially since she was far more comfortable with her landscapes and florals.
She was, however, still working on portraits from time to time. She'd started using family and friends as inspiration though instead of just random faces. There was on in particular that she'd been working on ever since that trip to London and then back to Hogsmeade. Zinnia wasn't sure how well it would be taken by Mr. Tilcott or his family but she'd decided to do a sort of portrait of him and his family. But instead of the usual serious expressions seen on so many portraits, she'd decided to take a few artistic liberties and paint them smiling and happy. She felt as if she'd captured the thought and feel rather well. Tommy, Mr. Tilcott, had just told an absurd story and had his family members laughing as a result. His father didn't look the shell of a man that she'd seen just briefly when she'd gone to the Tilcott home to be there as a support for Mr. Tilcott. No, instead they all looked happy and she hoped that the painting would indeed make them happy. Or, at least, as happy as they could be all things considered.
She'd just finished with the painting, deciding it was as done as it was going to get and had been cleaning up her brushes as she prepared to get the shop closed up for the evening. She'd hardly registered that someone had entered the shop, she'd been so lost in what she was doing. She eventually looked up though and the usual bright and vivid smile on her features quickly fell when she took in the sight before her.
Mr. Tilcott stood there looking as if the world had just crashed down upon his head. That could only mean one thing. She gulped as she came around the counter to stand in front of him. Tentatively, she leaned forward and gave him a hug. She didn't really know what she could even say or do to help but she could feel the tears burning at the corners of her eyes.
Regardless of what she had or hadn't heard, she'd been busier than usual at the shop. Without the fog, people wanted pretty and bright flowers again and Zinnia's arrangements were still highly sought after. She'd also started earning a bit of a name for herself in regards to her paintings and had been commissioned to do some. No portraits as of yet, but she'd take what she could get. Especially since she was far more comfortable with her landscapes and florals.
She was, however, still working on portraits from time to time. She'd started using family and friends as inspiration though instead of just random faces. There was on in particular that she'd been working on ever since that trip to London and then back to Hogsmeade. Zinnia wasn't sure how well it would be taken by Mr. Tilcott or his family but she'd decided to do a sort of portrait of him and his family. But instead of the usual serious expressions seen on so many portraits, she'd decided to take a few artistic liberties and paint them smiling and happy. She felt as if she'd captured the thought and feel rather well. Tommy, Mr. Tilcott, had just told an absurd story and had his family members laughing as a result. His father didn't look the shell of a man that she'd seen just briefly when she'd gone to the Tilcott home to be there as a support for Mr. Tilcott. No, instead they all looked happy and she hoped that the painting would indeed make them happy. Or, at least, as happy as they could be all things considered.
She'd just finished with the painting, deciding it was as done as it was going to get and had been cleaning up her brushes as she prepared to get the shop closed up for the evening. She'd hardly registered that someone had entered the shop, she'd been so lost in what she was doing. She eventually looked up though and the usual bright and vivid smile on her features quickly fell when she took in the sight before her.
Mr. Tilcott stood there looking as if the world had just crashed down upon his head. That could only mean one thing. She gulped as she came around the counter to stand in front of him. Tentatively, she leaned forward and gave him a hug. She didn't really know what she could even say or do to help but she could feel the tears burning at the corners of her eyes.
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