Over the next several weeks, he would spend hours in the garden with her, cleaning, trimming, and spreading mulch. Most of the landscapers she called told her she would be better off removing the tree since it was too far gone to be saved, but it wasn’t until Neville Longbottom showed up that she was given the hope she was so desperately seeking. Back then, the tree was half dead and covered in a fungus that made her want to vomit anytime she came near it. When she first moved in, the tree had seen better days. In the center of the garden sits an old birch tree. While like the rest of her home, it’s small and lacks the grandeur of the gardens of her youth, it’s hers, and she takes great pride in coaxing the bulbs and seeds from the dark soil. Her favorite thing about the cottage is the garden. Of course, that may be the sense of pride she gets from knowing that she earned money to purchase the cottage, but she’ll let the mind healer assess that one later. The cottage is small, with a sitting room, kitchen, bedroom, and bath, and it’s much smaller than Pansy Parkinson is used to, but it’s been home for the last two years, and if she’s perfectly honest with herself, she loves how small it is. In a quiet field not far from The Burrow lies a quaint cottage.
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