She winced when the wind banged the door closed behind her, its bells merrily jingling to warn the owner of her presence in the shop. Quick steps pulled the young witch from the noisy door and its commentary, her ears still echoing with the clamor of The Three Broomsticks she had just escaped. Breathing came a little easier in here, at least, with the familiar scent of peat and earth underneath the fresh smells of greenery in The Florist Potts.

Millie found herself at ease at once, now that she was back on familiar footing. The faces of friendly blooms smiled back in every direction she turned, ardently reassuring the young witch that she was in a safe place now. A place of happiness and good cheer, where comfort was near and her cares were far away. That part was especially true for Millie Potts, plants were nearly as siblings to her, adored and despised in equal parts. And behind those blooming siblings were her cousins tending to them.

Or underneath, as she found her cousin Zinnia at the moment.

The young witch bent down, a hand keeping her teal delaine dress in place as she looked down through the display. Behind it, her cousin was on the floor, her arm disappearing underneath the heavy counter. Millie felt her eyebrows rise with her curiosity, pressing lips together to keep herself from giggling at the moment of absurdity. Her cousin seemed to have an awful many of those.

Now Millie was even more grateful she wasn't in The Three Broomsticks any longer, and didn't have to avert her eyes from the embarrassing moment. Or the throng of male onlookers who would have been drawn to this kind of scene. She was hardly even worried, now, about what might await her at school having fled her chaperoned group in the bawdy tavern. Glancing down, her eyes caught the object sticking out from underneath the display, its purple and green fringes splayed out on the unswept floor in the front of the shop.

With the toe of her boot, the young witch tapped the spools to slide them back toward Zinnia's reaching fingers. A smile brightened her face as Millie peered through the display glass at her cousin, rising up from her skirts to straighten to her full, yet still shorter, height. "I like the purple, it's a good combination."

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