The hopeless request (For Narcissa)

[edwardjameson]

The simple note is found wrapped around a short-stemmed rose.

[Narcissa Black]

It was a rather interesting class, if Narcissa was completely honest. It had been a while since Arithmancy had managed to capture her interest, and now, when she was most absorbed in her work, she'd come to find this little surprise upon her desk, interrupting her current train of thought, and utterly displacing her. A light frown marring her smooth brow, her pretty lips puckered in slight distaste. Not for the obvious invitation, nor for the pretty rose. All those were almost (but not quite) welcome. A rose would always be a rose, no matter who gave it to you, and an invitation was always a slight boost for the ego. But the fact that someone had asked her when it was well-known that there was no questions about who she'd be attending the Yule Ball made her slightly annoyed. But, with nothing more than a carefully disciplined expression, Narcissa picked up her eagle quill and wrote her answer, dispatching it with a quick spell to its obvious owner. She didn't even bother to sign her name at the bottom, nor acknowledge the rose. It was puzzling for her, to realize the note came from none other than Edward Jameson, a Gryffindor guy who was in her same year and had the knack to try his hand in Potions. The very nerve of him had irritated her at the beginning, but as his efforts started to show, Narcissa had started taking him a bit more seriously. But their relationship was limited to that and nothing else. So the request was puzzling and slightly off-center.