Wizard PoV
I was busy studying runes when there was a loud banging on my door. I didn't leave it unlocked anymore, specifically so I wouldn't have any company unknowingly. I put my pencil down and unlocked the door to find a soaking wet Molly, holding a plate of muddy looking strawberries. "Wizard! It's raining! It's terrible!" she was crying. "What's… going on?" I asked quietly. Wasn't rain a fairly normal occurrence? Molly pushed past me and put the plate on my coffee table, and yanked me out of my house by the wrist. "Where are…we going?" Molly didn't answer just kept pulling me up the street until we reached the church grounds.
In the pouring rain I saw a bunch of little papers hanging on the cherry blossom trees creating purple, green, and black puddles underneath them. She fell to her knees and began sobbing. "I-I spent all day making paper flowers with Finn!" she cried, "and now it's useless… you were right, Wizard. I can't do anything…" Something stabbed me in my heart. Why should I feel bad for her? She's just a human girl. 50 years from now this won't even matter. I walked over to her and offered her my hand. "Get up… You're going to make yourself sick…" I don't want Finn to be mad at me for leaving her in the rain to cry. "Why should I, Wizard?... I'm just as useless as you said…" she sniffed and picked up a mushy paper wad floating in a green puddle in front of her. "Useless." She tossed it and looked down at her hands. Why was she so driven to help people? People need to help themselves, it's not her responsibility. "Stop crying… like a baby… do you want… someone to see you like this?.." she shrugged and kept looking down. "I don't care anymore. I can't bring back the flowers. I can't find any other bells. I can't revive the Harvest Goddess… I should have never come here." I frowned and reached under her arms and stood her up. "Look at me… stop acting so stupid… it rained… it will continue to rain… it will always rain… but that doesn't mean… that the sun is gone…" she peeked up at me through her matted down hair. It was the first time I had seen her amber eyes look so sad. She said nothing, she didn't move, just stood there like a zombie. "I am… going back inside… stay out here… and get pneumonia… if you want to…" I turned around and began walking back to my house, her soft footsteps sloshing slowly behind me, splashing into puddles. I looked up at the sky, and the rain kept falling.
After she came back inside she refused to eat anything and refused to sleep. "Moping about it… won't solve anything…" She ignored me and sat on my couch with her legs pushed into her chest and her chin resting on her knees. Her hair was still dripping and her clothes were leaving a puddle on my couch. I sighed and retrieved a towel. "Here… My couch will get moldy… if you don't dry your hair…" She didn't even look at me, just sat there like a sad sack of coffee beans. Sighing again, I take the towel back and start drying her hair. "Why… are you so damn… difficult…" She started crying again. "I'm sorry, W-wizard… everything I did today was a failure… the roses… the chocolate coffee covered strawberries… " I looked at the strawberries in a pile of goop. "Did you… make them… for me?..." Molly nodded underneath the towel. I put the towel down next to her and picked up a strawberry. Her eyes widened, "No! They aren't edible anymore!" she stood up and I took a bite out of the strawberry. "I said don't!" she smacked my arm and I took another bite. "The chocolate… wasn't bad… but the rain…ruined it…" she frowned. Why did she look angry? I ate a stupid strawberry and said it was good. The anger left her face and I noticed how red her eyes were. "You should… go to sleep…" she shook her head no and sat back down on my couch. Her hair had turned frizzy from the rain, and her clothes were still soaked. I walked into the kitchen and began boiling water, then walked upstairs and retrieved some grey sweat pants and a black turtle neck. I handed it to her, "Here… put on some dry clothes… before my couch is ruined…" then turned and returned to the kitchen. I added a few tea leaves to the kettle and turned off the water to let them steep. Stupid girl. Doesn't she know humans get sick easily? Being around her was like being a babysitter. I poured the tea into the cup and whispered a few words and waved my hand over it. I used a spell that makes the one ingesting the enchanted food sleep comfortably without dreaming. I figured she'd be too distraught to sleep, and if she did fall asleep on her own, she wouldn't sleep well. If she goes to sleep I won't have to babysit her. That's all.
At least she had on dry clothes now, although way too big for her. The wet ones were lying in a wrinkly pile on my rug, and she was back in her sad coffee bean position. I huffed. Her goal must be to bring mildew into my home. I handed her the tea and stared at her angrily until she drank all of it, which took quite a long time. "Go… to bed…" I pointed to the stairs and she yawned and walked upstairs without arguing.

I searched my bookshelf for a very specific old book that was given to me a long time ago. I hadn't touched it in over two hundred years because it brought back terrible memories of the person who gave it to me. I flipped open the cover and read the writing on it "To Wizard, with love, Morganna." In runic. I sighed and pushed the note to the back of my mind. I flipped to page 684 and read paragraph 3. I hadn't ever needed this spell or ever used it so I had to make sure I performed it correctly. I looked at the clock and I had just enough time to perform it. It would only last 24 hours so I had to use my time wisely. I peeked out the window to see the rain still going, by dying out. It would be a few more hours before the sun came up.
I apparated to the church grounds with the book in hand, and began reading the spell aloud. Slowly but surely blossoms began to appear on the trees. They weren't real blossoms, only a mirage, they would fade away after a day. The spell was a decorating spell. A long time ago, when a wizard or witch held a get together, they would often adorn their homes with images of beautiful things in attempt to impress the others; this one was used for plants and flowers. I bent over and picked up a crumpled mess of paper and looked at it. It was no longer recognizable as a rose, or anything but a large wad of sopping paper. Unraveling it and I surprisingly found text on it that was smeared, but still legible, "Roses are thorny delicate plants, which are often given as a symbol of love. Their many velvety petals are an easy way to identify them. They prefer acidic soil and a nice spot in the sunshine, as they require at least 6 hours of sunshine daily. Water often." I shook my head. She had used paper from a book to make these. I crumpled the paper up again and stuck it in my pocket.
She might want this later…