"Auction donations, of course," she spluttered angrily. "Shall we discuss them in my office?"
Irritation stiffened Pansy's spine. Both at the unruffled exterior George was presenting and her own ridiculously girlish internal response to the offering of a simple charmed flower. Her favourite flower. That George clearly remembered.
Thanking all the gods that her father was, at least for the moment, decidedly, not at her present location she softened a bit, motioning for him to follow her to her offices. She hoped that none of the house elves loyal to her father were snooping around today.
When they were inside her rooms, with the doors warded so tightly that she could feel them prickling along her skin, she carefully placed the daisy in an empty tea cup. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at George with all the venom she could muster.
"In the neighbourhood? Honestly, you should just announce it to the whole of Wiltshire that we're shagging. Narcissa Malfoy is less than a mile from here. Who knows how many gossip charms and cantrips surround this property."