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Stepping into the greenhouse was like entering another world: Pomona’s peaceful, green, slightly humid domain. Minerva inhaled deeply, savoring the earthy tang that made her feel at home.
“Hello, love!” Pomona appeared from behind an umbrella flower with a spade in hand and an adorable smear of dirt on her cheek. “Fancy a cuppa?”
“No, I’m just here to collect the plant samples for the OWLs tomorrow.”
“In the crate there. But what’s the rush? Surely even the headmistress can take a break now and again.”
Minerva sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose. She could feel a headache coming on. “I wish I could, Mona. But the governors are making a fuss about my curriculum changes, and a seventh year splinched himself rather badly this morning, and…”
“I’ve just the thing.” Before her wife could protest, Pomona disappeared into the leafy recesses of the greenhouse. She returned with a jar of herbs. “Chamomile and butterbur, for headaches.”
“How did you…? Thank you, darling.”
Pomona winked and kissed her on the cheek. “Nightcap tonight, yes? No excuses!”
Minerva left the greenhouse smiling. She could feel a smidge of soil on her face, but she didn’t care in the slightest.