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"A good babysitter."

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"I don't really know all that much about plants and things... Maybe I should have gone to Herbology more... I suppose it could come in handy to learn more about magical plants. It might come in useful one day."

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Sapworthy, Selina. Herbologist.

Stop laughing.

Twenty four, Gryffindor, comes from money and wrote a book. Something about plants. Suppose can pick it up if I need a sleep aid and all the alcohol in the world evaporates.

It had been a long week. Somehow the office was surviving last weekend's murders, but Alastor wasn't an arrogant enough man to think he really had anything to do with that. Surviving was what the office did best, and it would continue to do it well after he was gone.

Some more people were dead-- what was he supposed to do, drop everything else and focus on them? That was foolish. They had open cases beyond the murders the Prophet had relished to the point of masturbatory pleasure turning into a sensational piece. He had work to do that did not expressly concern the war the Ministry claimed wasn't technically happening, and he'd made enough of a show hunting down those responsible. The case was in good hands and that was that.

So those reporters who kept dropping by the department asking questions about “developments” and “leads” could fuck right off.

His attention had abruptly shifted to the case he'd been following the night before the latest murders, and definitely not only because he'd been wandering through the evidence room and had stumbled upon the small stems with leaves he'd bought off a dealer who was under the impression he was the farthest thing from an Auror one could imagine. There had been a string of non-fatal yet still severe poisonings that had cropped up and spread with alarming speed, creating enough of an obvious pattern to bring a stuttery little dope of a Healer to his office to report the crimes. Moody had taken it upon himself out of a professed interest in the puzzle of it; he was not a man unfamiliar with his poisons, so when a new one appeared that he didn't recognize in the least, he had to figure it out.

He wasn't stupid enough to touch the samples as they remained safely sealed in the chilled glass jar he'd kept them in, now sitting in the middle of his desk like a parody of a decorative plant. The dealer had told him the plants required a colder environment in order to retain their properties, properties he wouldn't go into detail about, and Moody had tested this advice by setting aside a few clippings in a jar he hadn't kept cold. They had all but rotted away, leaving the brittle skeletons of the leaves behind and raising eyebrows as he consulted book after book trying to decide what they were. None had been of much help besides to point out the purple shade of the leaves likely indicated the presence of toxins.

No shit.

One of his lads had given him the name of a herbologist, a name that seemed faintly familiar for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of, and after deciding he was at an utter loss, Alastor had swallowed his pride and penned her a quick note asking her to come by the office in hopes she might recognize the plant. (Her name was Sapworthy. That had to be a good sign. Or a sick joke.) He needed to know what this plant was before it spread further and became more of a nuisance. She'd accepted his invitation, and was supposed to be there--

About five minutes ago. Standing behind his desk, palms flat atop the top and jar in front of him, Moody glared at his clock. He was allowed to make people wait and did it often for the cheap thrill of annoying those he felt deserved it, but other people were not allowed to make him wait. It was rude, dammit! He'd left the door cracked open and everything for her!

Sunday was quite possibly Amelia's favorite day of the week. It was the day she allowed herself to sleep in, relax a bit and focus on things she needed to do around her flat, or simply curl up with a book. This Sunday, however, she did have a commitment she needed to keep. Selina Sapworthy had been out of town for a while and had asked Amelia to look after her plants. The former Hufflepuff had a bit of a green thumb and had gotten on well with the woman who supervised her NEWT in Herbology. They'd kept in touch a bit after Amelia graduated, and she'd be flattered that Selina still trusted her enough to want her to be the one taking care of her plants while she was away. 

It was mid morning by the time she arrived at Selina's house. She started outside, not wanting to be caught out in the heat of the day, and made her way methodically through the abundant gardens and greenhouses, checking everything. As she watered and weeded the plants that needed it, she hummed to herself, enjoying the solitary task. There was something therapeutic about caring for plants, but with her hectic schedule, she simply couldn't keep up with a true garden like this on a regular basis.