where: Madame Malkin’s who: Ben and Nora
The bouquet was made up of a beautiful array of colourful geraniums, and Ben examined them one last time before entering the store - making sure none of them had accidentally been damaged, that there weren’t any broken stems and the like. Once he was satisfied, he nodded and pushed the door of Madame Malkin’s open.
He felt nervous, for reasons he couldn’t quite place. His thoughts raced as he went inside; what if she didn’t like the flowers? What if she didn’t like flowers at all?
He steeled himself with a deep breath, and that was when he saw her. She hadn’t noticed him, yet - too focused on her work - and Ben just watched her for a moment. A fond half-smile tugged at his lips.
“Nora,” He greeted, his voice soft so as not to startle her, “For you.”
Ben held out the flowers and tried to gauge her reaction. It was his thank you for everything she’d done for Briar - the dresses, and (more recently) for keeping her safe.
It was also his answer to the kiss they’d shared. His own way of saying that he wanted it to happen again, if she did.
“I... erm. I hope you like them.”