It was a tradition to come to the Flower Show, and despite graduating from Hogwarts this year was no different. She’d lost Beryl and Poppy somewhere along the way, noting that she didn’t have too much time to find them before she had to scamper off to some engagement her stepmother had arranged, probably another boring suitor who would make June want to rip her eyes out before she cried from boredom. If one more bloody person asked her about the weather or waxed terribly poetry at her, she might just hurl herself into the lake at Padmore Park to put her out of her misery.

At least she’d managed to slip away from her chaperone under the guise of looking some plants an aisle over so she had some breathing room before being suffocated. Juniper turned her head to glance behind her just in case her godforsaken stepmother decided to breath down the back of her neck and follow her anyway, but she was alone. Just as she went to put her shoe back down on the ground, it collided with a slippery toad – not enough to crush it, but enough to make her squeak and wobble on one foot, hands flailing wildly to regain her balance. Luckily she didn’t fall, although her heels skidded close to the edge of a pond; the same pond she’d fallen into last year.

Hands clasped behind her back, June stepped forward, green eyes landing on Mr. Flint watching a show of toads jumping up and down. She crept up behind him before she gently reached out to touch his waist as she came to stand beside him, hand dropping to her side as she turned toward him with a grin. “Do you plan on joining them, Mr. Flint? I could turn you into a toad, to make it fair.” This was probably why her stepmother made her meet boring men; she enjoyed threatening people for the fun of it.

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