Poppy laughed and put a hand over her mouth at June’s quip about a bakery. She supposed both her cousins had sent her a rather large amount of edible items. Perhaps they were telling her she needed to gain some weight? Poppy almost frowned at the thought. Instead, she nodded at June’s suggestion. “Yes!” She agreed. “I was looking for them in Hogsmeade a few weeks ago and couldn’t find any!” Poppy had been searching for them for Basil himself actually; as her apology gift to him for blowing up his memories. It would seem that since she didn’t have such an affinity for the pastries as her cousin did however, she hadn’t known where to find them this time of year. (Or better, who to swindle into making her some.)

She nodded again as June looked to another gift, this time form her mother. It was a beautifully wrapped little box covered in pastel blue ribbons. (That same beautiful color her mother had decided to obsess over as late.) A gold wax seal glittered over top and Poppy broke it delicately. From inside, she lifted out a charming little perfume bottle. It was all Limoges porcelain from France, and had an angel painted on the front. Poppy spritzed it once, twice, and wafted the scent towards her nose. She hummed. “It’s very delicate, very like mama,” she said approvingly. The soft scent of rose with a hint of something… blue and permeated the area.

Poppy turned to her friend then. “Well, I think that’s enough for now,” she said. There were still a few more gifts to open, those from Tillie and Aunt Viola specifically drawing her attention, but she was flooding the table with every measure of wrappings, trappings, and confections. A table, mind you, that was not her own. Poppy gathered her things together self-consciously. “Will you help me take these up to the tower?” She asked June. “Maybe afterwards we can swing by Professor Lissington’s office and drop off a few of these treats too?”

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June could tell which one belonged to Mrs. Dashwood; hers was the daintest of the bunch and the light blue ribbons were strikingly similar to what she’d been seeing recently. Poppy lifted a perfume bottle and spritzed it a couple times in the air. The blonde leaned forward and allowed the delicate scent to fill her senses, and she nodded along as her friend spoke. “It smells very much like you.” She replied, although she wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that. She knew Poppy preferred rose flavored tea (and candy, on the off chance that actually chose to eat something, let alone something sweet), so perhaps it was just that delicate scent she associated with Poppy. Either way, June instantly thought of her dear friend when she had sprayed it and decided that Mama Dashwood had done a beautiful job picking out the scent.

Green hues flickered around the table; it was filling up with bits of papers, ribbons and confetti, covering plates of students who had left and preventing others from sitting. That wouldn’t sit well with some of the Slytherins, a thought June almost rolled her eyes at. Most of the younger kids steered clear of her because she was scary and damn if she wouldn’t use that to her advantage. June took out her wand and gave it a flick along with a spell to help gather some of the belongings back into the box before she nodded.

Stacking a couple boxes into her arms, the blonde smiled at her friend. “Too bad I can’t go in with you, but I’ll wait outside while you put them away,” She answered. “I’m sure you’ll make Professor Lissington’s day, too. I heard him groaning that he had to wait a few more days to restock his bare shelves when I walked by this morning.” A hint of a smile pressed against her lips as she turned toward the door toward the Great Hall. Even if Poppy was bemoaning about turning eighteen, it seemed like it was shaping up to be a decent day.

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