Scorpius and Rose met just outside the Great Hall, people still crowding to leave around them. A few of the Weasleys called out greetings to them, and Fred even wolf-whistled, making them both smile- if a little abashed. "Lead the way then," Rose said, ready to pull herself away from all the hustle. The two left out the front doors and began the short walk down to Score's garden.
From afar, it looked stunningly beautiful. Many pastels of colors were blending together like a canvas, and it seemed to hold a promise of spring. The days were getting longer little by little, and everyone was looking forward to the warm afternoons ahead. When they reached their destination, Score looked at Rose as if to ask, "what do you think," and her grin in response was answer enough.
"I had no idea you were such the herbologist." she said, admiring all the variety amongst them. Butterflies and bees were in the air, as well as the thick, undeniable scent of a flower bed- the earth and dirt, the air and plants.
"Well, I wasn't until now. Desperate times I guess. So Rosie, now it's time to pick your favorite flower."
Rose grimaced at the nickname, but didn't say anything as she began making her way among the rows. She seemed to be taking each and every flower into consideration, and then dismissing it for a minute flaw. Finally, after however long of watching her, she pointed one out. "Here," she said, "that one."
Score looked over at the one she was pointing at. It was a white flower with yellow painting the inside of its petals. He never would've guessed. "Sorry," he said, looking at her solemnly. "You can't have that one."
"What?" Rose spluttered, slightly exasperated.
"If I recall correctly, that flower starts with an 'F.' As of now we're on 'H.'"
"Oh, so now you're going in order of the alphabet?"
"That's correct." Scorpius complied. "If I'd known beforehand maybe I wouldn't have given you the fuchsia..."
Rose shook her head in annoyance. "Maybe I should just let you stick to picking them out? No way I'll ever find one that starts with 'H' in all this."
"Here we are," Score said triumphantly, picking one off its bush. "Hibiscus. Perfect for teas and the like. You like tea, don't you Rose?"
She stifled a sigh. "Unfortunately it doesn't match my hair. Maybe next time."
