Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #12 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange forum.

Write a drabble using overly flowery language.

102 words.


Dancing pairs spun around Charis and Caspar at the ball, but both set aside acknowledgement of their fellows in favour of each others' company.

"Mademoiselle," Caspar said, extending his arm to Charis, who took it with a demure curtsey. "Shall we walk?"

"I should love to," she murmured, stepping out into the gardens with him. Rose vines with flowers of crimson and burgundy interlaced across the white lattices that edged the garden path.

"A most lovely night, is it not, Mademoiselle?" he asked.

"A lovely night," Charis echoed softly, her voice low and musical. A perfect night to share with a suitor.