Flora didn't wait a moment before she hopped off the couch and headed for the small cabinet outside the matron's office, which was conveniently filled with supplies that students might need during the evening and night. She sifted through parchment and quills and small vials of refilling ink, and finally found the small vials labeled with potion names. Many of them were simply things—sleeping draughts, calming draughts, and even a cheering potion that she remembered being added after one of her house-mates had been found crying in the middle of the nights. She grabbed one for the sleeping draught vials and went to sit back next to Hesper.
"If anything, it will soothe your nerves. I'm not sure how effective a vial this small could be," she said, holding out the potion for her friend to take. It was then that she noticed the parchment hidden carefully under Hesper's hand and remembered that she'd been writing a letter.
"Who were you writing to anyways?" Hesper was an orphan, right? It dawned upon Flora that she had no idea where the first year even lived during the summer, or who her legal guardian was at all.
"If anything, it will soothe your nerves. I'm not sure how effective a vial this small could be," she said, holding out the potion for her friend to take. It was then that she noticed the parchment hidden carefully under Hesper's hand and remembered that she'd been writing a letter.
"Who were you writing to anyways?" Hesper was an orphan, right? It dawned upon Flora that she had no idea where the first year even lived during the summer, or who her legal guardian was at all.
