Wild Pansies

I had always hated my name. Low-growing, splotchy, compact flowers; I always thought they were ugly. Vividly bright, broad spectrum of colours that were unmatched, growing wildly in fields no humans trespassed in years, picked and presented to me as a gift one day. It was Theo that made me love my name and perhaps, myself. Starts of Pansy/Draco, but ends up Pansy/Theo.