who: @lucytalksalot where: bench in Hogsmeade, near her work place
It wasn't often that Pomona found herself leaving the confines of the castle. In a world such as theirs it felt oddly calming and secure to be within the walls of what had been her home since childhood. Yet, when the occasion came the witch would venture out into the world, mostly Hogsmeade. Butterbeer seemed like part of a distant fairy tale at this stage. There was someone she had to see, after all.
There was a bench not far off from the village square that she found herself sitting on, waiting until the one she'd been waiting for might show. Her hands were fiddling with the floral pattern engraved paper bag in her hands, her way of storing those herbs and plants meant for others; to heal or to help. It was nice to think of the idea that for once it wasn't going towards a darker cause. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Pomona smiled before her attention went back to the metal brazier on the other side of the street.
