Although she wasn't an auror, being a Hogwarts teacher was good enough for the Wrights. As a show of acceptance, a small plant had been pressed into Sorrel's hands, that faithful day she left her warm house in Appley for the last time. The house hadn't changed in the long years she had been traveling, or while she had been at school. Warm and cozy, the evident signs of magic all around the exterior and interior, due to the strict wizard-only community and the sense of freedom.
The home, while many would consider it to be a haven, was not a place Sorrel liked to visit. She had accepted the plant from her mother with a hug, smelling the sickly sweet smell of her mother's perfume, before pulling away with the plant in her arms, the sent of pineapples lingering in her nose, as she stepped out of the house and walked away.
From that moment on, Sorrel had cherished the small little thing, tending to it with more care than she gave to most of the students or professors at Hogwarts. Somehow it had vanished, and Sorrel was more nervous than she cared to admit. Her mother, the one person in the world that Sorrel felt close too, had given her that plant and she needed to find it. She couldn't ruin her one link to home.
Panicked, the woman had searched the grounds of Hogwarts, finding students looking up from their studying, or their teasing of the giant squid. Sorrel paid no heed to those students, stalking through the grounds without her normal flustered expression or the familiar presence of her bird by her side. Rhys had, for some reason unknown to Sorrel, refused to join her on the conquest to find her mother's plant. When she had left the greenhouse, the bird had simply looked up from his perch, before sticking his head back into his green plumage and going back to bed.
Thus, Sorrel was wandering through the grounds alone, looking for a plant that didn't want to be found. Groaning, the woman settled down on the grassy field and closed her eyes, falling flat into the grass around her. Grass didn't bother Sorrel, and for a minute, everything felt fine as she basked in the sunlight, worry and nerves forgotten. Perhaps it wasn't the most becoming thing for a professor to do, especially when the little devils known as students were around, but Sorrel couldn't find it in herself to care. Not when the plant was missing, and when she was at Hogwarts, which was practically hell in it's self. Even the Professors were dull and dreary, not wanting to talk to Sorrel. Especially Leonie Scheinberg. Without Rosemary, Sorrel was dreadfully alone and without help in the conquest to find her plant and give detention to the little bugger who had decided to take it.
Running a hand through her head of curls, Sorrel opened her eyes again, to see a figure walking towards her. Face flooding with color, as she suddenly realized that there were more people around than just students, Sorrel leapt to her feet, instantly missing the feeling of lying down in the damp grass.
"My plant is missing." She blurted out, staring at the figure, who she couldn't see very well over the glare of the sunlight. "These kids kidnapped it, probably after getting a bad grade, and I can't find it. I was just, uh, taking a short break from searching for it.." Sorrel cleared her throat, cursing herself for her awkwardness, once again. She was in desperate need of assistance though, and that panic rubbed into her words as she spoke, almost frantically, as she squinted at the man.
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