Creeping deeper into the flowering bushes that dotted the campus, Hyacinth sighed and closed her eyes, drinking in the scents of all the flowers surrounding her. It was too bad that she couldn’t just stay out here with all the flowers instead of having to sit in stuffy, boring classrooms. Flowers were much nicer than people. Flowers didn’t say or do mean things. They just were.

It was enough to make the tiny imp jealous of her floral friends.

“Don’t know why I need to learn all those other things,” she grumped quietly. “All I wanna do is grow flowers and take care of ‘em.”

Okay, maybe, mayyyyybe owning a flower shop would be nice too, but it always made Hyacinth feel sad deep down to see the pretty little things cut away from the main plant. It felt too much like she was committing murder. Though, maybe she could earn just enough to see if there were any charms that could help a picked or cut flower stay alive. Except that would mean spending more time in those hated classrooms.

Grinding her teeth together, Hyacinth sat within the plants and sulked, until, finally, she had to admit to herself that there was no way around it. If she wanted to live and work with plants and flowers, she would simply have to go to class and study. It was annoying, but it was what it was.

“I’m going to take care of you when I get bigger,” she whispered to the flowers surrounding her.