"Do it again, I dare you," Fleur growled, glaring at her husband as he twirled his wand in his hand, smirking at her. "I mean, it's not like I'll be on the one sleeping in the spare room."
"I'm not doing anything," Bill defended. She eyed the variety of flowers that surrounded the pair of them in what was their front room; it now resembled a room that Neville Longbottom would be in love with.
"Ze vegetation in zis room says otherwise," she muttered, causing him to chuckle. Roses, tulips, pansies and other flowers that were both familiar and unfamiliar were surrounding her, suffocating her with their sweet aromas and blinding her with their violetness.
"You said that I hadn't brought you flowers in a while." She had said that, only on an off-hand comment where she was telling him about Gabrielle's date with Ronald where he'd arrived at her door with a bouquet of red roses, despite the fact he was allergic.
"Zis isn't buying zem," she countered, sniffing a hydrangea. "Zis is conjurin' on a large scale." He rolled his eyes and pluck a small, daisy-like flower from a group, slipping it behind her ear.
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Written for Hopscotch, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: "Do it again, I dare you" (dialogue), violet (colour), Fleur Delacour (character), hydrangea (word)