Ara had messed up. She hadn't meant to, but she supposed the nature of not being a hermit was that sometimes there was conflict. As it happened, she'd managed to upset her fellow Leaky Cauldron maid, and as there were only two of them--and she liked her co-worker enough to not want the woman to be upset with her--Ara had determined that she ought to make amends sooner rather than later.

Apologies were better with gifts, Ara had always thought so. And since she couldn't afford much, she'd settled on flowers, so when she next had a spare afternoon, Ara made her way to the florist in Diagon Alley, slipping in at a moment when there was not much activity. Good, hopefully it would be a quick errand. "Hello? she called out.

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