[sub][sub]and here we observe Vera in her natural habitat, talking to herself because people can't look after fucking flowers[/sub][/sub]
[color=C3B091][h1][b]Vera Rosenberg[/b][/h1][/color][hr][hr][b]The Gardens[/b][hr][hr]
The day went on just as Vera had predicted. The lessons finished in the blink of an eye, lunch didn't seem all that time consuming at all, and now Vera had settled herself down in the gardens, eyeing the colourful flower beds. This place was probably the only area where she could find some sort of peace from the other much louder students roaming around. And the much louder areas in general.

She didn't want annoying people coming in her line of sight.

Just like last year, Vera would tend to the flowers daily, making sure they were in brilliant, bright shape.   There were some other students who would come to water the plants, students Vera had once conversed with, but the young Rosenberg seemed to be the most regular visitor. The girl continued to water the flowers in front of her, smiling down at the blossoming petals.

[color=C3B091][b]"Oh, that won't do."[/b][/color]

Seeing the dying flower bed to her left, Vera zoomed over with her watering can. The girl sighed, crouching down to examine the plants.

[color=C3B091][b]"Goodness me, do some of these students not know how to properly care for a withering flower bed? A vast majority of garden plants simply require water and sunlight to be able to grow and flourish, but it seems [i]some[/i] people are too... idiotic to notice such a simple fact."[/b][/color]

Ah, the 'abuse' of flowers always got Vera in a bundle. She hated it when the flowers weren't cared for properly. It was a bit… sad, really. Vera seemed to care more for a rose's well being rather than another person's. 

Maybe in a few minutes time she would head over back to her dorm and rest up. Maybe.