Signatures seemed superfluous when feathers would do nicely. And since they were such a lovely addition to, well, everything, Belladonna only gingerly plucked it from the tape, pulled the note from her door and happily hummed herself into her room. The witch bustled about for a bit, straightened some things up as well as informed Mort of her plans with the instructions that he should most likely do some studying while she was gone, but it was all busy work to pass the time. After what felt like ages she paused in front of her mirror and carefully threaded the end of the feather into her hair. It required that she plait the smallest little braid into her own hair, but finally the feather hung off the end, a stark symbol against the vividness of her curls.
With a smile and a kiss goodbye to the zombie that currently lived in her room, Belladonna was off, happy to finally have whittle the hours away. It wasn't an awfully long journey across campus, nor a tedious one, but she was still glad to reach her destination.
The shared garden had overgrown in the intervening months, but at least it had lost its horrid look. It had taken a bit of work, but the gryphon and witch had alternated working on it until it was back to somewhat working order. Nothing had been replanted, but that was only for now. Plants would return to it soon enough and with it happiness was sure to follow.
Patiently the witch situated herself on a familiar fallen tree that skirted the edge of their plot of land, perfectly alright with waiting. She had arrived a little early regardless, so instead she crossed her ankles and pulled out her skellyphone to entertain herself for a few moments.
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