cottagecore/lingerie
“Pansy?” Hermione called into the relative silence of the whitewashed room. It was unusual for her girlfriend to be awake before she was, much less out of bed.
“I’m in the garden.” Although delivered with perfect indifference, hearing these words from Pansy’s mouth shocked Hermione to her core. She stood up and moved by the window to hear better.
“You’re where?”
“In the garden, I’m pulling out those little leaves that you said were bad for the vegetables.”
“But Pansy, there’s dirt in the garden - what about your dry cleaning?”
“I’ve solved that - smart and beautiful, gods you’re lucky.”
Rather than respond, Hermione ambled out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and out the door to the sideyard, where she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before her. Scattered around Pansy were springs of cilantro and parsley, pulled up by the roots. The dandelion leaves Hermione had pointed out previously remained securely in the dirt.
“See? I can do housework as well - I’m a triple threat.”
Hermione’s eyes shone with amusement. “Those are the herbs you’ve uprooted, the weeds are those wider leaves there. But you’ve certainly tackled the wardrobe crisis. . . mum never thought to garden in lingerie.”