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Down the Alley

Zinnia is a genus of plants of the sunflower tribe within the daisy family. They are native to scrub and dry grassland in an area stretching from the Southwestern United States to South America

Symbolizes steadfastness

The obnoxiously loud croak of a raven pulls you from your sleep. Eyes still closed, you attempted to swat at the bird to stop its yelling. The flapping of wings told you that the bird narrowly dodged your hand. Groaning, you pulled your blanket over your head.

"(Y/N)! Up and at 'em."

Standing at the entrance to your small room stood your father, aka Mr. Wrighton, aka ex-Auror, aka pain in your ass. Kidding. Kind of. Hearing him let out a sigh you heard the creak of the wooden floorboards giving way to his heavy steps. The warmth of your bed soon disappeared as your father yanked the blanket from your hold.

"Come now, breakfast is ready. And say thank you to Archimedes for giving you a warm good morning!"

Squinting and allowing your eyes to adjust, you eyed the frilly pink apron you had got him for his birthday and the bird that was now perched on his shoulder. With age more streaks of gray now adorned your father's head, gray eyes tired but still holding that twinkle. Due to his sheer height, his head almost touched the door frame. Joining you on your bed was your beloved crup*, Kita. The small Jack Russell Terrier-like dog gave your face a few sniffs before laying by your side.

Stroking the dog's side you eye the small tuft of hair sticking out of Kita's mouth. "Did you catch some gnomes, Kita? You're such a good girl!!" The crup gave you a bark in reply, wagging her tail. "Let's go eat breakfast, hm?"

Stepping out of your room you skipped the bathroom across from your room and turned left into the small living room that connected to the kitchen. You let out a small smile as you were met with the great yew tree that grew in the middle of the house. Stepping closer you let out a laugh as Barley, a lone bowtruckle*, waved at you from a low branch. You stuck a finger out to allow it to climb onto your hand, the twig-looking creature making its way to your shoulder. Before entering the kitchen you made a beeline for the fireplace, a low flame emitting from the tinder. Peering closer one could see the little red salamander, whose body pulsed with the fire.

"Oi, hurry before your food gets cold dear."

Making your way around the thick trunk of the tree you entered through the doorway and made your way to the small table in the middle of the room. To no surprise, the kitchen was a mess. Dirty dishes piled in the sink as a pot of bubbling water hissed on the stove. Various dried vegetation hung from the walls and ceilings, worn brown cabinets sported small splatters of what seemed to be pancake mix. The room was heavy with the smell of the various spices, along with the radio telling the weather forecast for the day. The window sill, lined with overgrown houseplants, leaves, and vines spilling onto the counter. Your father sat with a cup in one hand and papers in the other. You took your spot across from him and began digging into the pancakes laid in front of you. Kita laid at your feet while Barley sat near your plate, looking up at you.

"Archimedes, pass me the syrup, please." As per your request, the raven hopped from her perch near the sink and grabbed the bottle in her beak. Taking a great leap to the table she gently set it down. Giving her a pat as well as a piece of your food you smiled, "thank you."

"We'll be going to London for some things dear."

"School shopping?"

"Precisely." He slid the small stack of papers toward you, "I'm hoping to get all this done today, maker knows it'll be busy by the time we go."