The cat Mister Skeeter had recommended was as cute as Delilah could possibly imagine although she was still trying to teach it which plants it could and couldn’t eat. In fact, he’d been affectionately named Rory because he kept trying to eat the aurora flowers she’d planted earlier in the season. He’d learned to stay away from the venus flytrap at least, only because it nipped at everything that scurried across its path, her own fingers included. The gnomes steered clear from it too, although it just meant that they were causing problems everywhere else, tearing up plants from the root and eating the ones they deemed a delicacy. The gnomes were stomping on Delilah’s last nerve.
She had been thrilled when Mr. Skeeter had offered to bring the biting cabbages they’d talked about earlier – the letters had been friendly and she would have offered to pick them from him had he not offered to bring them first. It was very kind of him. The idea of getting his opinion on the perfect place to plant them too was important, although Lila had spent a lot of time mulling over books that included chomping cabbage sections so she wouldn’t be completely helpless.
She had had every intention of waiting inside for him when one of the staff members had told her there were telling signs the gnomes were active in the garden – Delilah would be devastated to show Mr. Skeeter her garden in ruins, as she worried what he might think of her if it was in shambles. Herbology had always been her favorite subject (hence the reason she was a plant and potion poisoning healer, with an emphasis on plants), and outside of her children her garden was her pride and joy. She spent a lot of hours outside in it even if sometimes her siblings questioned why.
She heard his voice before she saw him peeking over the fence, catching her attention just enough for the gnome that had been taunting her to dive back into its hole. She frowned and wiped at some of the dirt across her cheek before scurrying to open the gate for him. “Mr. Skeeter, it’s great to see you again.” She said as she stepped aside for him. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble getting here.” Smiling softly at him, her eyes trailed from his face to his chest, which had a small crate that must be housing the cabbage. “You’re just in luck… erm, not in luck? Well, either way there’s a gnome I’ve been chasing all morning, so I know exactly where one is hiding.” But the damn thing was fast and slippery, making it impossible for her to grab and make it dizzy.
She had been thrilled when Mr. Skeeter had offered to bring the biting cabbages they’d talked about earlier – the letters had been friendly and she would have offered to pick them from him had he not offered to bring them first. It was very kind of him. The idea of getting his opinion on the perfect place to plant them too was important, although Lila had spent a lot of time mulling over books that included chomping cabbage sections so she wouldn’t be completely helpless.
She had had every intention of waiting inside for him when one of the staff members had told her there were telling signs the gnomes were active in the garden – Delilah would be devastated to show Mr. Skeeter her garden in ruins, as she worried what he might think of her if it was in shambles. Herbology had always been her favorite subject (hence the reason she was a plant and potion poisoning healer, with an emphasis on plants), and outside of her children her garden was her pride and joy. She spent a lot of hours outside in it even if sometimes her siblings questioned why.
She heard his voice before she saw him peeking over the fence, catching her attention just enough for the gnome that had been taunting her to dive back into its hole. She frowned and wiped at some of the dirt across her cheek before scurrying to open the gate for him. “Mr. Skeeter, it’s great to see you again.” She said as she stepped aside for him. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble getting here.” Smiling softly at him, her eyes trailed from his face to his chest, which had a small crate that must be housing the cabbage. “You’re just in luck… erm, not in luck? Well, either way there’s a gnome I’ve been chasing all morning, so I know exactly where one is hiding.” But the damn thing was fast and slippery, making it impossible for her to grab and make it dizzy.
