Returning sprinkles from my Ghostly Critter, Bat, Cat & Scorpion garden 👻🦇🐈‍⬛🦂

"Finite incantatem!" said Albus Severus and all of a sudden, brushes, mops and sponges fell down to the basement stones, leaving a half drowned Kreacher spit bubbles of soap. His cloth had never been so sparkling white and his mood so dark. "This... This is an outrage, master Potter! I... I protest!"

Albus, who looked genuinely sorry, apologized to Kreacher and to prevent him catching a cold, without thinking, he took off his sweater (knitted by Mrs Weasley) and gifted it to his own house elf.
Hands shaking with emotion, Kreacher touched the sweater and cried: "I am free."

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Gardens being put to sleep;
As we wonder what to keep;
We think of what might be lost;
when they are killed by the frost;
Through the winter we sit and stew;
Until the plants come up anew;
And so the vicious cycle ends
We greet the plants like our old friends. 
As for now, I'll just say;
Have an easy day.♥
written by Patricia Carrick

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