Professor Knotwood was on an errand a little gift for his long-suffering wife, a slight error in judgement coming home smelling of the wrong perfume would be righted with these beautiful stems. It wasn't that he wasn't allowed to enjoy the entertainment services available to a man such as he, but to return home smelling of her sweetness was disrespectful and he had had to fight for his rightful position in the bed chamber only being allowed in once he had promised to make it up to her.

"Roses in December, eh?" The young woman asked him, a girl who should probably be in school judging by her age, he wondered what her story might be, taking a few seconds before he answered with a slightly crooked smile and replied in his soft voice.

"Yes, they are my wife's favourite." he made what might pass as a friendly smile as he handed over the coins to pay for his penance. "You arent in my classes are you? Funny" he mused to himself as he carefully picked up the bouquet and checked that it would meet her standard when she returned home. They looked beautiful.

"And a merry evening to you young witch, I hope the season finds you hale and hearty."