To say she was surprised at Mr. Hillicker’s occupation would be a stretch, but Poppy had certainly never met anyone from the working class before. Not like this at least. So… intimately. (She nearly blushed at the thought.) But the idea that he worked with magical woods meant for wands was intriguing. She leaned forward a touch in her seat.
“Is caring for them so very different than non-magical trees?” She queried, curiously. Poppy had never really thought it much; a tree had always just been… a tree to her. Each alike another, none more magical or animated than the next. Of course there where some animated trees, the girl supposed. She knew of Womping Willows and the like - they’d studied them in Herbology this year - but could care be so dramatically varied from species to species? If Poppy was honest, other than knowing about plants and herbs as potion ingredients, she’d never been particularly interested in how they came to become said ingredients. Perhaps Mr. Hillicker would be the one to change that.
At his rebuttal to her tease, Poppy blushed fiercly, retreating into her seat. He’d called her pretty, so openly! So brazenly! (And so cleverly in that smart little accent of his.) The brunette certainly hadn’t expected that. She figured she ought to retort with something equally clever, but nothing came to mind. Instead she simply smiled, grateful for the compliment.
“Is caring for them so very different than non-magical trees?” She queried, curiously. Poppy had never really thought it much; a tree had always just been… a tree to her. Each alike another, none more magical or animated than the next. Of course there where some animated trees, the girl supposed. She knew of Womping Willows and the like - they’d studied them in Herbology this year - but could care be so dramatically varied from species to species? If Poppy was honest, other than knowing about plants and herbs as potion ingredients, she’d never been particularly interested in how they came to become said ingredients. Perhaps Mr. Hillicker would be the one to change that.
At his rebuttal to her tease, Poppy blushed fiercly, retreating into her seat. He’d called her pretty, so openly! So brazenly! (And so cleverly in that smart little accent of his.) The brunette certainly hadn’t expected that. She figured she ought to retort with something equally clever, but nothing came to mind. Instead she simply smiled, grateful for the compliment.
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