Lucius Malfoy never had quite learned to enjoy Monday mornings. The overly-bright sunshine, the cheerfully chirping birds, the hum of happy voices sharing their weekend adventures- It all drove him mad.
It was no surprise as he entered his office that dreadful day that there was a looming pile of post, waiting to be replied to. He sorted through the envelopes, throwing a great many in the bin without opening them, when an unknown script caught his eye. He opened it irritably, offended anyone dare write to him that he was not immediately familiar with. The message was brief.
Mr. Malfoy, I
greatly enjoyed our time together, and hope to see you in the near
future. Signed,
But the bloody fool hadn't left a signature! He made to discard the note, when something white in the corner of his eye snagged his attention. A flower petal.
Flora. He thought in disgust. He knew that his employer's wife had been far too friendly- and old enough to be his mother, as well!
"'Morning, sir. I've your coffee - oh! A Narcissus petal! Lovely…" His secretary gushed. Lucius's hand paused over the bin.
Narcissus? Narcissa? For the first time all morning, he felt his face lift into a smile.
Maybe Mondays weren't so terrible after all.