You and Fred were out on the grounds of Hogwarts during one of your free periods (totally not skipping potions..).

"Alright, I've got some mums, lilies.. I think these are, er.. daisies?.. hydrangea, and.. what looks like.. carnations. Those work okay?"

Fred listed off the various flowers he held in a bouquet in his hands with an almost puzzled expression. His lip puffed out in a barely there pout, eyes narrowed as he looked them over.

He had leaves and burrs covering his clothing, twigs and sticks woven in the material. Somehow he got some stuck in his hair too.

All to make some flower crowns with his love.