Twenty-two-year-old Celandine tossed her hair as she stalked away from a depressed Matthias Brandybuck. It annoyed her that the lad so obviously liked her and tried to show it in the most irritating ways. Celandine brushed a hand through her curls to make sure all traces of flour were gone. Matty had gone too far this time, dumping an entire bag of flour on her. He had apologized earnestly, saying that he had only meant to dump a little, but Celandine was furious and had left after calling the lad irritating and rude. I’ll die before I ever forgive that...that...Brandybuck!