A friendly beckon and a wave was all that Charley needed to approach the seller directly. He might have been Lochrin himself, or just a lowly working chap like she was. The man's grizzled beard surely spoke of long years on the grind, he might attract a few more buyers with the trust of experience than her own youth could draw. She could make a sale or two more nearby, and that was more than the urchin might have wanted today.

"Blooms for the people, up on solid ground or down in the hole" she said, gesturing to the tray held by the strap around her neck. Pointing to each one in turn, Charley named the few that had been popular so far, "Lilies for the gone, and carnations for them still breathin'. Snowdrops for those waitin' and hopin', and azalea for the ones beside."

Craning her neck, the urchin peered beyond the man to his stand of wares, studying them as if recognition would occur from her eyes alone. This kind of magic was still a mystery to her, protecting herself with a spell. She was bad enough at the simplest of shield charms, as a horsefaced Slytherin girl already knew. "What d'these do?"

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