Phie was partially glad for the fact that the sun wasn't beating too hard down on her back. Dressed down in her gardening clothes, as light as they were, she was already starting to perspire. Threads of black hair escaped her bun as she dug the hole that Tchai had just filled in. As much as she loved the fox, he was not exactly the most conducive for being productive outside. Every hole she dug was an invitation for him to fill it back in, as if it were some sort of competition. And by the time she'd banished him indoors, the witch had at least half of the dirt she started with in front of her, and most of it had been kicked down her shirt courtesy of Tchaikovsky. But she couldn't be too angry; the fox was still paying for his mistake at the garden's swing earlier this morning. Of course, to even it out, so were Phie and Ludwig. Her wrist was still smarting, and Ludwig was destined to sport a black eye for the next few hours while he healed.

Once she packed the last of the soil over the sprig of jasmine, she gave it a nice drench in water from her wand and considered herself done for the day. Thinking she might head into the cottage to join Ludwig for a cup of tea, Philomena stood up with a groan and stretched. Satisfied with her work, she began dusting off her apron. She could only brush a small portion of it off before a jolt hit her like a branch to the abdomen and she felt herself tip backwards.

Evergardens. A shadowy figure outside. Then back up the path into her cottage. Warmth. The cloying taste of chai on her tongue. And in front of her, a man who she only vaguely recognized. “—————,” She heard herself say, feeling an overwhelming sense of sympathy wash over her. And the parcel that a woman had requested to be delivered a few weeks back as sitting in front of her.

That was all Phie could get of the vision before she was plopped back down into the present, flat on her bottom and blinking in confusion. There was no time for wondering what had just happened within her vision though. She scrambled up from the pathway, her vision still spinning as she waved her wand over her gardening supplies. They gathered themselves up and back into her gardening box as she untied her apron and headed down the pathway towards the magical gate.

Swinging it open, she headed next door into the greenhouse, hurrying down the path and to the entrance as she looked around for the parcel she'd seen in her vision. Perhaps she left it outside? The witch burst through the front doors of the magical greenhouse, and instead of finding the parcel, walked headfirst into a shadowy figure standing outside. “Oof!” She yelped, hastily retreating. “Beg pardon, sir I’m so sorry, are you alright? Only I just — oh!” She stared at him. It was as if the vision in her mind had been wiped clean of the fog; the man she'd been sitting with in her vision was the very one she’d just bumped into.

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