Harry had been to visit Bill twice now, though the first time he had hardly said anything at all after they'd sort of exchanged greetings. Ginny was able to make Bill a little more talkative, he knew, but Harry did not have a gift for making people talk when they didn't want to. He didn't really know how to hold a one-sided conversation, either, but he'd stayed for a while to keep Bill company, anyway. Snape, too, since they were in the same room. And he'd come back, because he cared, wanted to know how they were doing.
Yes, they. Especially Bill, who had always been nice to him, but Snape too, even though that was still odd to him.
"Hello," he said. He was holding a little bunch of honeysuckle flowers, because he'd contemplated a bunch of things he might bring and eventually thought of reasons why he shouldn't bring them after all. Then the nice woman who ran the little florist shop on Diagon Alley had suggested honeysuckle for their sweet scent and association with healing powers, and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, of course, it seemed like the stupidest thing he could possibly bring ever, and he felt like an idiot. There was no turning back, though.
They weren't anywhere near as bad an idea of a gift as the thing he was carrying in his pocket, but he wasn't planning on giving that to Bill, he didn't think. He was just... carrying it.
He set them on the table between their beds, with a sheepish grin. "They're supposed to be involved in healing in medicine of, um, China, I think," he said, by way of explanation. "And they smell nice."