Beckett was not sure just what had transpired, but it appeared like the young lady had been injured somehow. "Flowers? Afraid not, other than they are what I get my mother when she is cross with me." He chuckled. What woman didn't like receiving flowers?

"Unfortunately more of a quidditch man myself," Beckett reached for his handkerchief to offer even before she came up empty-handed. "What happened?" He was inherently curious, but wouldn't push if she didn't want to share.