“Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teacher’s table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.”
Up until three days ago I thought one of my cacti is just that.. a normal cactus, nothing exciting. I found a cutting in a pile of garbage about two years ago and never thought much of it.
Following the appearance of a monstrous bud three days ago and the following bloom of this huge-ass white flower i learned that it is in fact the Costa Rica Night Bloomer, and that it only flowers for one night every few years, which is sad but incredibly special.
Good thing I obsess over all my plants, regardless if they seem noteworthy or not, so i have pictures of its growth stages.
Sabine turned around and frowned, busying herself with
arranging the vegetables set out to look more pleasing to the eye for the
excuse of something to do to try and
let the jerk that had been following her around for the past fifteen minutes
know that she really could not talk right
Not that he was taking the hint.
And not that she would ever want to talk to him normally.
But her boss had made it clear that scaring off one more
customer was a one way ticket to getting fired.
And she needed this job.
“So, how about on your break you and I head around back and-“
Sabine was just deciding that she didn’t need this job that much when a large shadow fell over
“Are you bothering my girlfriend?”
Sabine looked up, paused, then looked even further up.
A young man, probably about her own age, was standing
between her and the creep who had been following her around. He was, to put it simply, big. Sabine wasn’t sure she had ever met someone
so tall or broad, and her jaw dropped slightly as he crossed arms that had to
be as thick around as her waist.
“I… um… uh…” The creep was backing away, attention fully on
the man glaring at him.
“Get out of here. If
I see you around again, I’ll deal with you personally.” The young man unfolded
his arms to quietly pop the knuckles on first one, then the other hand.
Sabine was certain, as the creep scurried off, that she had
just went from the frying pan to the fire.
Suddenly the young man’s glower lightened, and he turned to
beam a positively sunny smile at her.
Now that he was facing her, she could tell that his eyes were bluer than
any she had seen before, the blue of the deep ocean.
“Sorry about that, miss.
I saw that he was bothering you, and I figured you couldn’t tell him off
because of being at work, so…” He gave a sheepish smile, rubbing at the back of
his neck with one hand.
Sabine’s knees went weak with relief, and she returned his
smile with one of her own. “Thank
you. My manager said that if I went off
on one more customer that he’d fire me.”
The man blinked, then frowned and stuck his chin out in
indignation. “That’s awful! You should be able to defend yourself while
working. Do you get guys like him often?”
“Way more than I’d like.” Sabine sighed and shook her head,
nearly wanting to spit with irritation. “They
think I’m exotic because I’m Chinese.”
The man frowned a little, then gave her a shy, sweet
smile. “If you want, I could come and
scare them off anytime you need me to. I
work in the bakery across the street as an apprentice.” He suddenly jumped, and
his smile became more than a little sheepish.
“I’m Tom, by the way. Tom Dupain.”
Sabine smiled, and reached out to take the hand he held out
and shake it. “It’s nice to meet you,
Tom. I’m Sabine Cheng. And yes, I’d like that a lot.”
I’ve met Bear. I got him a set of golf clubs, so I have to drop them off when I get the chance. I’m getting everyone into golf. I’m trying to grow the game. As a start I got him little trainers which have his name on the back. Little pairs of all the different trainers that Liam likes. Little Air Max, little Stan Smiths and stuff.