It took the shop attendant only a moment to assemble a beautiful bouquet for her, the Danish orchids nestled among soft white flowers. A new memory, a new arrangement of flowers, a new smell to envelope her memories. "Thank you." She murmured gently in thanks both to the attendant and Faustus.

Behind them a bell tinkled and Malou turned to see Mrs. Bagshot stepping into the store. But her gaze was turned back to Faustus at his words. "Our signal?" She asked weakly, although she suspected it was likely just that Mrs. Bagshot was eager to be on her way. Normally Mrs. Bagshot had servants buy the flowers, Malou was honestly not sure Mrs. Bagshot had ever actually spent much time in a flower shop. Perhaps she was merely impatient. Or perhaps she thought it improper to leave Malou and Faustus alone for as much time as it would have taken them to leave the shop.

Clutching the bouquet close, Malou took a discreet sniff of the flower, a soft smile on her lips, as she took Faustus's arm and let him lead her back into the sunlit world of the August day. Ahead of them the Bagshots had reached a newstand and Mr. Bagshot seemed intent on one of the selected papers. This seemed to be perhaps the most normal thing she had seen all day, Malou supposed. That was until Faustus warned her of a portkey.

Questioningly she looked up at him, wondering what this was all about, but she remembered his question from the gate. Do you trust me? Yes. And with the Bagshots surely there was even less reason to be worried. So she gave him a small smile and followed the rest of them, touching her pale fingers to the edge of the paper and bracing herself for the sensation of magic that flowed around them, swallowed them up and sent them to their location - wherever that might be.