Once the three of them finally had dinner prepped and in the oven, Enid made a pot of tea and they sat in the living room by the fire waiting for Cirice’s father to arrive. Cirice was watching her mother over the rim of her favorite tea cup; it was turquoise, with a salmon-colored starfish. She was uncertain on the way she felt about how her mother was eyeing Elliot.
“So, Elliot,” Enid said. “How long have you been a Herbology teacher?”
Elliot shot a glance at Cirice. His lips twitched in the beginnings of a smile as he thought about his response. “Well, Mrs. Forge -” he began.
“Please,” she interrupted, “just Enid.”
“Enid,” Elliot continued, “I actually teach Alchemy to the sixth and seventh year students.”
“My mistake,” Enid said casually with a small shrug and winning smile, which Cirice knew it was not. Her mother was purposefully getting his information wrong, seeing if she could ruffle his feathers.
“Easily done,” Elliot said with a smile of his own. “Both Herbology and Alchemy are the less… glamorous classes we offer to the students.”
Inktober 2025, Prompt #7: STARFISH🧡🖤👻🎃
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