"What is it, aunty?" I asked, staring at her as we finally got to the gardens.
Caroline seemed distant, parting aside some strands of her hair and looking away as my aunt and I sat on one of the benches in the garden.
The place was surrounded by flower shrubs, including roses which were in full bloom. It smelled like spring. It smelled... Like home.
My mind wandered back to the Luminari coven when I had sat on a bench similar to this, watching my aunt pluck flowers and plants that she'd use for potions.
She would point at some particular flowers, telling me their names and sometimes even calling me to help her stir some into a cauldron.
I owed my knowledge of potion making to her. I owed her for being the only parental figure I've had since my parents were killed before my eyes when I was five.
