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The Potioneer's Garden Owned by: Wren Berkhart & Jace Blackstone
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The Flat
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 The Potioneer's Garden, a fond amalgamation of the inhabitants' largest hobbies, is located in the Scottish countryside surrounded by lakes and mountains. Some ways away from the hubs of Hogsmeade and Lincliff, the locale is a solace for peace and a kick-starter for establishing themselves. With greenhouses and a fairly large garden dedicated for Jace's herbology and the attic kitted out as a state of the art potioneer's room for Wren, the two are guaranteed to have a flourishing life; if they play their cards well. |
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「 Jace Berkstone 」The Environmentally friendly Slytherin
It had been so many good years and Jace was content. Content with his lot in life. He was still in love with the man he woke up with. Maybe not the passionate love that engulfed him as a recent graduate, but the fulfilling love that took its place. Stepping away from Hogwarts had been the best decision Jace had made. To form the company with Wren was the best thing he did and it gave him so much happiness working to grow it. Sure-not all days were picture perfect but the idea of returning to the life of crime was long gone from Jace's mind. Like he usually did in the early morning, he was pounding away at a punching bag, not bothering with a shirt, just some old gym shorts that had the slytherin emblem imprinted onto it.
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「 Wren Berkstone 」Slytherin Alum • Potioneer • One half of Demigay
Much like Jace, Wren was incredibly happy with where he was in life. He had a man he enjoyed waking up to and could seemingly love endlessly, a job he enjoyed and copious amounts of time to do what he wanted. Sometimes he wondered if staying in the life of crime would've been a bit more exciting and thrilling but those thoughts often ended with memories of his father and fears that he might've ended up like him. Wren had woken up a little earlier that day. Prone to sleeping in, waking up early never came easily for the man. Upon not feeling the warmth next to him, Wren moved to try and find his husband. He had two ideas; the garden or the makeshift gym they had made. Deciding it was too cold for the garden, he moved to the gym wherein he found Jace. Leaning against the door frame, Wren watched for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "I know you get sweaty and hot and stuff but wearing a shirt in winter might save me from making a few warming potions later on," Wren said with an airy laugh, ignoring the fact that his thin shirt did no more for warmth than being bare chested would've. "Though it is a view, so..."
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「 Jace Berkstone 」The Environmentally friendly Slytherin
Jace being out in the garden was a viable option. Thank Merlin for magic-or else his garden would be devoid of colour besides white from the snow. However, he made sure charms kept his plants alive. Of course, he got ready for winter in September, uprooting all his summer plants to put in more winter appropriate plants. And he made winter his bitch so he was use to the freezing cold so he might have been out there anyway. Take that, weather. It bested him when he moved from Italy but not anymore. "Like you don't enjoy making those potions," he said with a grin when he heard Wren, stopping and moving over to grab a towel to wipe away the sweat. "A good view I hope?" He asked as he walked over to be closer to Wren.
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