From this book procures many a legends and tales told throughout the wizarding world in the most ancientest of times, whilst others are told in more modernly eras. The author of this book, Carmen Sánchez, has since been long gone... Today, The where...
All original credit is given to J.K. Rowling and Alvin Sandler as well as Laberge.
Somewhere in a vast valley of flowers lived a tall, lean, young, Mexicana girl. This girl was a witch. A good-natured witch, of course. It was this girl whom after learning of her family's untimely demise, decided to live among the flowers where she was most happiest. As these flowers grew, so did the girl. It was she who was often given the title of 'The Flower Girl' from the villagers in the pueblo. Rather than grieving over her family's death, the youthful girl, Teresa instead chose that time as an opportunity to bring wondrous gifts as a token of love toward her family.
It was these gifts that kept her love for her family strong. For, the gifts that she brought forth to her family were no mere mortal gifts. The gifts that she gave were the gifts that she grew. And as her gifts grew which were her flowers, so did her love. By, giving these enchanted flowers the love and care that they needed, the child would then collect these flowers and lay them on her family's gravestone on El Día De los Muertos. Teresa's only problem was that she was a very shy and meek girl. However, On the latest year of this holiday was a day for much celebration.
Fiestas were to be seen all over the countryside in México. Pan de muerto rested on every sepulcro, Calaveras were being painted bright, vibrant colors for the annual holiday, and Papel picado hung up on every string for all to see. It was truly a festive day. On that fateful night, as usual, Teresa was dancing in her garden of flowers. Wearing a vestido of lustrous colors, hair pinned up in ringlets of curls, it was then that she used her varita mágica to spout a variant of brilliant hues. It was these same hues that attracted the people from the village towards her. Due to the people constantly rejecting her whenever she would attempt to dance at their countless parties, she told herself that she would never be accepted as a Bailarina folklórica or as an anybody for that matter...
That would soon be to change, though... Showering herself in a vivid array of shades emitting forth from her wand, Teresa was quite a sight to behold! The way she would spin around in her many a layered dress while at the same time spew forth a new range of colors from her wand, showering her flores in her brilliance, making them grow ever prouder... It was no such wonder that the townspeople spoke of her veela ancestry! She was remarkable... Everybody knew of her relatives in Colombia who were of a distinct, distant bloodline in relations to the veela in Bulgaria... But never in their wildest dreams would they ever dare see her as extraordinary as this...
Unbeknownst to Teresa, the townsfolk were already gathered around her, waiting to catch just a small glimpse of elegant movement from her thin body. No more were the derogatory names given to the poor girl such as the 'evil witch' or the 'demonio asqueroso'. No more was the bitter gossip that seemed to seep through the town during the day when the good-hearted witch passed through. And no more did the girl have to worry about being mistreated or disliked... Because from that day forward, not a single demeaning word was said to her during the time she lived. It was from that point onward, that the whole country of México realized just how talented and powerful she really was!
In honor of Teresa's magical abilities as well as her ability to dance to folklórico, every single year on El Día De Muertos the villagers would celebrate by dancing to a dance called 'Amon Las Flores'. For the villagers know that when Teresa was alive, that was her favorite dance to dance to. It was on that day that Teresa decided to water all of the townspeople's flowers for them, dancing as she did so. Subsequently, many of the magical-folk that stayed hidden in their small adobe hogares were now embracing their magical background now that many Mexican witches and wizards were accepted in México.
To celebrate this new dramatic change, a large number of witches could be seen dancing on the jardines of México, using their wands to conjure up beautiful waves of color as they spun around in their layered folclórico dresses; the wizards dressed up in charro suits, dancing rather flirtatiously without the use of a wand. After that, many of the magic folk and non-magic folk in México would always bring a small bouquet of flowers to her gravestone as an acknowledgement to her prowess of dancing with the flowers as well as being kind enough to water their plants for them. Soon enough, Teresa not only made an impression on México, but on the whole world as well. This best can be seen when traditional, Mexican floral is added to a design. Any wizard, witch, no-mag, or squib who sees the impact made by Teresa, knows that she made the impact to that of a delicate flower.
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