Springtime was, of course, a very nice time of the year. After months and months of cold and dreary skies, the blue sky and budding flowers were a more than welcome sight to this pair of brown eyes. Abbey had just returned from a study session outside. Perhaps her adventure was a bit pre-emptive, seeing as how her cheeks and fingers were burning from the post-cold warmup they were recieving on their way back through the castle. But it had been pleasant, and quiet, and she truly felt that she had a better grasp on the principles of the potion that had been causing her difficulties.

Abigail made her way back into the common room, humming lightly to herself, in a rather good mood. Perhaps they were right (they being a very ambiguous group of people), who said that sunshine really did wonders for one's mood. And so she smiled when she came upon Moira and Billy in the middle of the somewhat quiet room, the curious part of her eager to see what it was that they were doing.

"And what are you two up to today?" she asked, leaning over to inspect the baskets of eggs that were being made. "You know, things would probably be easier, Billy, if you just used your wand."

Turning to look at the boy, she couldn't help but giggle. "I'm not sure if a pink nose is really what I would choose for you. Moira, really, you could have picked something more masculine."

She set her canvas bag on a nearby chair and leaned over to inspect the handiwork. "May I join in, please? Mine probably won't be so nice, but it looks like fun. I'll make one for Jacquie. Is that what you're doing? Making eggs for people?"