A/N: This is for Flourish's fanfic challenge. First one I've tried. I thought it was interesting idea. Write a drabble (exactly 100 words) about anything as long as it has the word Horticultue. So here's my attempt. I could call it short, but it's actually perfect ;)
Appreciation
By: Quidditch
Horticulture. It made me realize what I hate about him. He's good at everything. Even gardening. Maybe you could call it jealousy, but I wouldn't because a man isn't jealous of his best friend. At least I'm not. I just can't understand why he's so loved and so good at everything. You could say it's the name or he's just talented. But it makes me feel like a shadow, his shadow. I don't want his fame, his fortune. Not even his good looks. I just want to be appreciated for who I am. Not by everyone, mostly, just by him.
Disclaimer: Even though not mentioned, the implied Ron Weasley and Harry Potter do not belong to me.
PS. Anyone reading Of Darkness…be patient, it's coming. And if you haven't read it- please do!