Florence walked through the halls of the Academy, staring mournfully down at the ripped sleeve of his shirt. He should have known better, and he was usually so much more careful than this. It was just...he'd been walking past a particular garden, and one of the plants had seemed unhappy. He couldn't just walk on without seeing if there was something he could do. He'd rolled up his sleeves and reached around the check the soil and condition of the leaves, while also making sure it wasn't due to overcrowding or something similar. Sometimes people planted stuff in gardens that looked pretty, but in reality some plants weren't suited to being together. It was rarely the case around the Academy though.
One application of an anti-fungal charm and a few drops of a special fertilizer later and Florence had gone to the bathroom to wash the dirt from his hands. That was when he'd noticed the state of his sleeve. He must have caught it on one of the branches of the bush next to him and torn it without even noticing. He could always bring it to his dad to fix, but he knew Morginn was in the middle of some commissioned orders and he didn't want to add more work to the pile. He could always wait to ask, but it was one of his favorite shirts...
Florence decided to go to the life skills classrooms and see if he could find needle and thread and fix the rip himself. He was usually okay at patching simple tears, but his work was nowhere near as neat as his own fussy nature with clothing would really prefer. Plus this was a rip on one of the ruffles of his sleeve, which doubtless would make it harder to fix. But he had to try.
With a resigned sign Florence approached the door to the room where the sewing things were usually kept and walked inside.
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