Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. If it was don't you think I would know it? And totally flaunt the fact in front of everyone I know? Yeah, note lack of flaunting. Obviously – it ain't mine.
A/N: This is a look into the life of Hermione Granger after Hogwarts. Tell me if you like!
She opened the window where the owl pecked incessantly and spotted the stem it held beneath its beak. She recognized the petit owl immediately and knew it was another flower – the language through he often showed emotions nowadays. This one – its deep red bells greeting her joyfully with their citrus scent – captured the essence of their relationship: the color's passion clashed with the bloom's innocence as symbols that reflected both their seven years of marriage and the previous years of the friendship that was the foundation of their love sang to her. Smiling, she left the office to return home.
