“Oh, you’re too kind.” She beamed, glowing with pride as she swept her dark gaze over the fruits of her labor. The marigolds were like bright bursts of sunlight, standing tall and proud amongst the hibiscus bushes. The slight scent of jasmine could be detected as the wind rolled through the grass. “It’s been a long time coming as they say, but it brings me a bit closer to home.” As they walked up the pathway, Phie raised a hand in greeting to a figure in the distance; Williams paused to wave back before turning to the clove tree she had been tending to.

“My family’s from India, so I thought it would be lovely to have some reminders here.” She glanced over to the bed of cardamom stems and waved her wand. A light shower of mist started to dance over the stems; some much needed humidity, even with this summer heat. Motioning to Mr. Grimstone, she headed into the cottage and led him to the sun room. Light streamed through the open windows and a tempered breeze floated with it. Dried herbs hung and trailing plants hung from the cieling, alternating places and swaying slightly in the air.  “Please have a seat.” She gestured to the table where two high-backed wicker chairs sat before fluttering a wave to an adjoining room where her brother sat reading the Daily Prophet. “Forgive my saying so Mr. Grimstone, but you look like you could use a strong cup of tea.”

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