"Hm, that's sad to hear." Narcissa said, shaking her head. She knew her house could be cruel for seemingly trivial reasons and that they pick and chose favorites, even among themselves. "Slytherins tend not to be known for kindness and tolerance, I'm afraid."
Nodding, Narcissa stood. "Shall we then?" she asked with a polite smile and gesturing towards the exit.
Walking out of the tea shop, it was only a short walk to the flower shop.
Her eyebrows rose in coy question as she caught the definite undertone of Hermione's question. Was this pretty young woman flirting with her? Surely not. Still, it made Narcissa's lips quirk up and her cheeks turned a very light shade of pink. "Well, I'm sure you could help me in many ways, Miss Granger..." she paused as she returned the tone, a coy grin on her face as she continued. "Brightest with of your age and all. But for now I will settle with your valued opinion on which flowers will be best used for the ball."