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Twiggy Soils Herself

The sound of birds chirping, welcoming the spring-like weather was enough for the Gittins family to enjoy a day in the outdoors along with the warm rays of the run. Tegwen was settled in the family garden, tending to a few plants that needed a little extra tender, love, and care that morning, when she felt something pull on the back of her jumper. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Freud poking his head out from the brush behind her.

"I'll be with you in just a minute, Freud, these poor bastards are in far worse condition than you'll ever be in," She said grabbing her wand from her pocket. After a couple of months, Tegwen was still getting used to her new wand. Not that it was a bad one, but it was new and still didn't hold the same feeling as her first one. Unlike her first one made of birch wood and a unicorn hair core, her second was much different that even the wandmaker himself was surprised by the difference.

Her new wand was made of Chestnut, giving it a polished look with the core of a dragon heartstring. Any time that she used it, it seemed her spells were stronger or a bit more flamboyant than she remembered them to be when she would cast them with her old wand. But her father, William explained that it wasn't only the wand that had changed, but Tegwen had changed quite a bit herself. 

Her fathers had noticed the change soon after she returned home as Tegwen was much more outspoken and seemed quite confident in herself. She kept her head held high more often and didn't hesitate to say what was on her mind. It was as if in such a small amount of time that their daughter had done a complete turnaround. They had spent years after the time she had graduated from Hogwarts, trying to get Tegwen to open back up again, but nothing seemed to do the trick.

It seemed it was just something that the woman had to do on her own. 

Of course, with a little help from a certain someone. 

"There, this should help you," Tegwen said as she placed the fertilizing soil at the base of one of the plants, attempting to reach all the roots. "We'll just get you some water and-"

She turned around to retrieve some water when Freud stuck out one of his thicker vines, causing the woman to crash to the ground. She let out a yelp as she hit the ground and then a painful groan as she rolled onto her back.

"Tegwen!?" Rhodes called out from where he was sitting on the front step of the home. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm...I'm alright," she called back before turning to Freud. "You, on the other hand, are in big trouble, Mister. That was not nice-"

Freud was growing impatient with Tegwen focusing on the other plants first before paying him any mind, so tripping her to gain her attention seemed like a good idea. Turns out it wasn't as the unbalanced pot of soil that was resting on the edge of a bird bath, came crashing down, hitting Tegwen on the top of her head, and covering her in the fertilizing soil.

Freud quickly retreated back into the brush to avoid the wrath of the woman.

"Ow," Tegwen let out a small cry as she lifted her hands to her head, to feel a bump already on the rise. 

"Where did she go?" William asked as he came out to sit beside his husband, only to see that their daughter had disappeared among the flowers and other plants.

Rhodes shrugged his shoulders. "I heard her yell, but she said she was okay."

"Did you think to go check on her?" William said looking down at the other man.

"Er...no."

The small man let out a sigh, while Rhodes suddenly looked concerned. "Should I go check on her?"

"Well, it's too late now," William said. "If something grabbed her, she's a goner."

"William, that's not funny!" Rhodes gasped, smacking the man's arm, only to send William off the step and onto the ground. "Oops."