#fragrant

Glendarragh Lavender Farm Appleton, Maine

Plant of the Day

Tuesday 14 April 2026

These Narcissus 'Avalanche' (tazetta daffodil) were filling the garden with fragrance. This is a vigorous mid-season daffodil with clusters of up to 10 small flowers with white perianth segments and a yellow central cup.

⌕ KAORU HANA WA RIN TO SAKU • EPISODE 02.

@jegulus-microfic January 21, Word count 477

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Regulus ran up to his dorm room, cursing himself for leaving his bag there. He pushed the door open and was greeted by a rather fragrant smell. He choked and drew his robes up over his mouth and nose. 

He gagged as he walked further into the room. He cast a bubble head charm around his head, which gave him a bit of relief as he tracked down the source of the overpowering smell. 

He found his bag pretty quickly, and then he spotted the plant on Evan’s bedside table. He cast Flipendo at it, hoping to destroy the damn thing, but his spell bounced off it, and he had to duck to avoid it. The spell crashed into Barty’s trunk and shattered it. Barty would be pissed, but Regulus would get him a new one. 

He glared at the plant as he tried to pick it up, but his hands bounced off the protection charm that had been placed around it. Frustrated, he left to go to Charms; he was already going to be a few minutes late and didn’t want to get his first detention because of a stupid plant.

“What the fuck is wrong with your plant?!” He hissed at Evan, and he sat down behind him and Barty. Flitwick hadn’t even batted an eye when Regulus had walked in five minutes late to class.

“Oh, hello, finally gracing us with your presence?” Barty scoffed, craning his neck as he peered over his shoulder at Regulus. 

“Aww, did you miss me, Bartemius?” Regulus drawled, looking past him to where Professor Flitwick had begun teaching the class. They were working on the Nebulus charm, something Regulus had mastered in his second year, but apparently the rest of the fifth years had not. He’d been allowed to do self-study once he’d proven to Professor Flitwick that he could indeed cast a perfect spell and filled the entire classroom with an impenetrable fog. 

“Soooooo, where have you been?” Evan asked sweetly, ignoring the question about his beloved plant. Regulus ground his teeth, there was no way he was telling them he’d slept in Gryffindor Tower. He flicked his wand. 

“Nebulus,” He muttered, and a billowing cloud of fog erupted out of the tip of his wand, engulfing him and blocking him from the other's sight. He used the distraction to move to a seat on the other side of the classroom, took his N.E.W.Ts potions textbook out of his bag and began reading about how to brew Veritaserum. No doubt they would continue to hound him, but he refused to talk about anything personal in a room full of other students. 

“Well done, Mr Black, perfect casting as always,” Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice sounded from the front of the classroom. Regulus huffed a quiet laugh through his nose and got back to his book.