"It was around here, wasn't it?" Hermione asked, searching for right place. They had brought flowers on behalf of ap Hywel twice before when she and Draco had traveled to Paris.
The wind picked up and Hermione palmed her wand to cast a warming charm on her wrap. "It's always the same flowers. I wonder if they have any special meaning? In the language of flowers, I mean. I'm certain they mean something to ap Hywel, but that could just be something he'd given her while she was alive."