Lavender was fluttering about her little flat, cleaning the muggle way. Sure a flick of her wand would have it done much quicker, but she found on days like these, that sometimes she liked to clean manually. It gave her something to do with her hands to keep herself occupied when she couldn’t focus enough to read. She didn’t need to be focused to clean. A knock at her window called her attention to an owl that she didn’t recognize. She opened the window, allowing the creature in. She offered it one of Hyacinth’s treats, and it offered her a letter. Lavender immediately scanned down, looking for a name, and sank down at the table. Charlie. She smiled and her eyes immediately flicked to the flowers in question. She’d dried them, and now they hung upside down near the window. Her smile widened into a grin as she read the note. She rummaged around until she found a piece of parchment and a quill, gnawing on the end as she contemplated her response.

Dear Charlie,
I am so pleased to hear from you, and glad to hear that Penelope is doing well. I’m sure you’re taking good care of her whether she likes it or not.

Yes, the flowers were lovely, thank you again. I enjoyed them very much, and I’m actually rather flattered that you chose to share them with me.

I would love to meet you for dinner, or a drink, or lunch. I’m free tonight? But that’s probably too short notice. I’ll also be free most of Thursday, and next Saturday evening. Do any of those fit into your busy schedule?

All my best,
Lavender

She wasn't entirely happy with it, but she tied it to the owl's leg and sent it on it's way, knowing that if she didn't do it now, she never would. Smiling to herself, Lavender couldn't seem to get herself interested in cleaning again.