Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/05].

[white_oleander]

Just as she'd suspected, Astrid hadn't slept well last night, but she knew that, even if she'd slept like a baby, she'd still feel pretty drained and morose after yesterday's classes. Well. The one class, anyway, the one that she could now pretty much identify as the bane of her Mondays, the one she was just starting to wonder if she should just start skipping, like she had with old man Jenkins' class, in a time that seemed to exist ages ago.

She thought about skipping her science class and even skipping work, too, but what else was she going to do? Lie in bed, staring at pinwheels all day?So she was there, but she wasn't really there, fighting the urge to just take a nap as she mindlessly put together some of the Valentine's Day orders. Something simple enough, something that kept her hands busy, which was what she needed at times like this, though her mind kept drifting to oleanders, how easily they could be included, slipped in, none the wiser, and how most people wouldn't even know the potential disaster lurking there among their carnations and baby's breath.

She wondered if the prison allowed flowers.

She wondered if Ingrid would just throw them in the trash.

Covent Garden is open!