Accepting Faustus's outstretched arm, Malou let him lead her into the florist shop. The moment they stepped through the door she could smell the flowers. It was like stepping into one of the fields of wild flowers back home, the ones that snuck between the forests she had grown up around.

Looking up at Faustus's gaze again Malou saw how light hearted he looked. So different from the serious man she had grown use to. But then again he had been smiling more lately. She gave him a smile and nodded her head looking around the store as they stepped deeper inside.

Everywhere she looked she could see flowers of all varieties. Not just those she had seen in the greenhouses at Hogwarts or the gardens of the English. No there were flowers she had seen from Germany as a child, and over there were tulips from the Netherlands. But then Malou stopped in her tracks, her eyes lighting on a boquet with purple Danish orchids, pale pink roses, daises, and sprigs of red helleborine in shades of purplish pink. It was like looking at her childhood again. Her mother had loved roses, but her father, he had loved Danis orchids that grew in the marshlands. They weren't terribly common but they were beautiful to behold. Then there had been the fields of daises and red helleboinre that grew across her homeland.

It had been a life time since she had last seen a Danish orchid, or as the servants called them - cuckoo herbs. Her mother had always had tried to have vases around the house with them displayed combined with roses. The fragerance had filled all of Malou's days and had become a scent she missed in the years she had spent in England. It was the smell of home, the smell of her parents.

"Gogeurt." She breathed as she unconciously stepped toward the flowers. "Look, Faustus," She drew them closer to the flowers, the smell of her childhood reaching up to embrace them as they stepped forward. "These grew near our house in Denmark." She explained, "Father loved them." She reached out to touch the delicate petals. "Mother use to have the servants pair them with roses when they made the arrangements for the house." Her quiet voice had a faraway quality to it as she remembered those days, remembered the love she had felt, the home that no longer was.

How she wished she could take Faustus back to her home with her, to show him all the things she loved. But that home wasn't the same anymore, a home was defined by the people inside not only the structure one had grown up in. Her home was merely a homesickness for a place that had ceased to exist when her parents had died.