A trinket? Why Pansy, what do you take me for? A heathen? I would never buy you something as petty as a trinket, though I'm not certain this small gift that I have acquired will be able to compare the absolute joy you will feel at seeing my radiant face once more.

Pansy, darling, I am not dying to know anything, though if you must rattle me with tales of fashion, I will force myself to listen. I only ask that we do not dine here. As lovely as it is to be home, I would like to see something beyond the Manor.

A twin? He's gone and matched himself with a twin Weasley? That's horrid. I must say I am slightly relieved though, for a moment, I certainly thought it could be Weasel. Surely, Flint wouldn't stoop that low.

I imagine the giddy bunch of Gryffindorks had their fair share of joy with that. Oh look! A Slytherin! Let us deck him in red and gold and idiocy! We'll teach him how fools are supposed to act! ... I imagine he had met the ... family... hasn't he? I almost pity him, though he is the one who decided to take it up with the bunch.

And how is everyone else taking it?

Oh yes. Roses or Orchids, love?