Written for the Houses Competition, representing Slytherin House, sit-in for Prefect 2.

Category: Drabbles

Prompt: [First Line] The entire flat was filled with flowers - his/her/their favourite flower - but he/she/they didn't know why or how

Words: 460

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The entire flat was filled with flowers – her favourite flower – but she didn't know why or how.

Lilies. They were everywhere when Petunia walked into her London flat. She gasped in horror as she dropped the brown paper bags of groceries upon unlocking the door to the very sight before her. White lilies graced the entire living room, there were pink lilies in the kitchen, orange lilies in her bedroom – everywhere in the flat, every corner she turned, she only saw lilies. The strangest thing was that none of the flowers were in vases, they were all hovering just off the floor.

Petunia Evans could not comprehend for the life of her what had happened in her flat. She strode to the couch in her living room, sat down and inhaled and exhaled deeply. She had recently been appointed head clerk at her office and thought she would enjoy spending her evening with some home-cooked meal and a glass of wine. Indeed, this, whatever it was, was not what she had planned to celebrate her appointment.

Deep down, she knew who had done this magic, this foul, freakish display, in her flat. She couldn't say the name, she refused to. They had hardly spoken for many years, and she refuses to acknowledge the existence of that freak.

Petunia closed her eyes tightly, telling herself that maybe if she counts to five when she re-opens her eyes all those flowers will disappear. Alas – it did not. Cursing, she yelped in surprise when she heard a light tap by the window. She peered behind the curtains to see an owl staring back at her with wide eyes.

'Not today, you, begone!' she shrieked, drawing back the curtains and walking angrily to retrieve the fallen groceries from the floor.

Tap! Tap! TAP! HOOT! HOOT!Called the owl, persistently hitting its beak on the glass window. Finally giving in, Petunia opened the window and the owl swooped inside, dropped a beige envelope into her hands and dashed back out, leaving her perplexed and irritated.

Petunia gulped hard as her hands shook holding onto the envelope, the wax seal shaped like a mouth. She could not bring herself to open it and so proceeded to pour herself a big glass of wine instead. The letter characteristically followed her and as Petunia took a sip from her wine, she tried to ignore the floating letter that was now beside her.

A clear, soft voice then suddenly echoed throughout the kitchen. Startled, Petunia looked at the letter that spoke whilst moving its mouth-shaped wax seal – her voice – Petunia could recognize that voice anywhere.

I miss you Tuney, congratulations on the new job. I love you.

A tear slipped down Petunia's cheek. The smell of lilies enveloped her.


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