DOMINC
Dominic promptly walked back to his dorm after only fifteen minutes outside. He had given up on sunshine about 2 minutes in and he felt that the exposure had been enough fr the day, He had never liked the outside very much. Surely one would think a witch that have bigger appreciation for the outside, as especially one with a specialism in potion crafting and arts; who needed plant and animal material as ingredients. And he did - for tamed, indoor gardens anyway.
He saw no reason to have large sprawling outdoor ones when neatly compartmentalized plants were easier to locate and tend to, like his mother's series of greenhouses with shelves and shelves of plants that were neatly labelled, organised and all cultivating of plants occurred within their square confines. Arrows hand lined the ground, color coded leading out to different areas. He had adored the organisation , even dedicating a series of shelves with miniature versions of the more versatile plants (from clippings taken from his mother's garden) in his dorm room above his desk with a small brewing pot with sitting on his desk for quick brews. He had even used her color coding system with the pots he had placed tiny plants in; his distillation and re-flux set, along with pester, mortar and specialized glassware were reminiscent of his mother's.
And his grandmother hated it. She was always harping on about how his mother was creating an inorganic environment for her plants and for him. She had pushed the case that he should go out into the world and socialize -collide with new minds and ideals. His mother on the opposite spectrum saw no reason for him to leave the influential hub of potion crafters that she had presided over a large chunk of in the city. They had meet in the middle and here he was in an unfamiliar area yet supervised. He felt nervous yet excited. He knew extensive experience and knowledge would benefit him in an academic scenery but...
He stopped in his thoughts. He had so wrapped up in memories he had realized that he was nowhere near his dorm. He was in another section of the campus. One with a greenhouse. Actually numerous greenhouses. He blinked.
"I guess I miss home a lot more than I had previously assumed" he thought to himself. He also realized that he needed someone in order to open them up.
"Maybe I shouldn't dive straight back into greenhouses. I've only been in a unfamiliar place for a short amount of time and I'M already itching for the old. And I have to find someone to talk to before I carry on talking to myself" he shook his head at his own revelation. There has to be someone back at the dorm that he can introduce himself to, possibly befriend. Now he had to find his way back to the dorms.
He couldn't retrace his steps and end up in a cafe on campus. He couldn't told you how he ended here, all he could tell you was that a big campus and a lack direction was bad mix. He was just tired at this point and decided that he needed a rest regardless. Even cauldron had forsaken the blue shade of his clothing for a tired grey. She trotted over to the cafe, sat and adamantly waited for him to order her food. As he walked towards her he spotted a towering figure sat at a table. He froze and stared at the other student. The ONLY STUDENT he had meet so far at the academy without an introduction by an staff or family. He stared not knowing how to introduce himself without any outside assistance. Even Cauldron could see the awkwardness he was emitting and turned a plump red on his behalf. He continued staring until Cauldron rushed head first into his legs, breaking the tension and flicking her head to the cafe. She almost seemed to be saying
'Just buy me something and save us both' in her eyes.
