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It's often said that best friends can become like sisters but over the previous summer, her best friend had literally become her sister when she convinced her parents to adopt Anaís. The girl had previously been living at an orphanage and Clover didn't want that for her friend. And since her Papa had just bought a house in Hogsmeade and they had an extra bedroom... well, it wasn't hard to convince them. It was still a weird thought to her that she had a Papa and a sister now and that they didn't like in the Llangolen grove anymore. They had a real house and everything! It was pretty awesome. Papa even worked with plants so they got to help him get his garden and lab set up over the summer! When school came, they didn't have to ride the train, so they got to have breakfast at home and then Clover and Anaís could play in town all day until the train arrived. It was a lot of fun living in the village.

As winter was beginning to threaten northern Scotland, Clover wanted to get out and enjoy the last days of nice weather. Luckily, her sister wanted to get out of the castle for a bit as well and the girls were heading down to the garden. Anaís had grabbed some snacks and her crotchet and they headed down to the gardens. Once she found them a place to sit, Clover slipped off her shoes, wiggling her toes in the grass. "This is perfect! The aroma of the flowers is indeed pleasant," Clover said, standing beside her sister. "Hey there little flowers," Clover sang to them, her eyes beginning to glow a bright green. The teen dropped onto the grass to sit near the flowers, running a hand through their petals. Brushing her hair back behind her ears, she let her pointy ears show. She usually tried to keep her ears hidden, but she was one hundred percent comfortable with her sister seeing them. She knew that Anaís would never tease her about her pointed ears.

Clover grinned with Anaís asked if the flowers were enjoying her singing and then what the flowers usually talked about. She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again, trying to figure out the best way to phrase her response. "Um, well, it's like... It's not English like we speak, nor is it Nymphic like Mama and me. They more, like, speak with emotions. I feel happiness from the flowers. I feel warmth. When I sing, the flowers feel stronger. If I wanted, I could compel them to grow. Or I could, say, ask a tree to provide wood without harming it. There's still a lot of nymphic magic I have to learn." Crossing her legs, she watched Anaís get excited when she got her crocheting right, the teen smiling as well. She was getting really good at that. Clover was really impressed with her dedication to the craft, though she wasn't sure what she planned to do with her creations. "I'm going to miss the grass when it starts snowing. It always gets too cold up here in Scotland." The snow had become less terrifying to her as she got a little older, especially living at school. She actually got to experience snowfall, since the nymphs at the grove usually used their magic to prevent accumulation. After being at school for a couple years now, she was less terrified of freezing to death, but that first year... well, it was bad.