George, as mischievous as he was in the daylight, was just as sweet as a chocolate frog. This was nothing new.

Just as sweet and crafty.

"Have you never seen a magnolia in may, {{user}}?"

George hummed as he guided you over to a rather tall tree just off the grounds of the castle. It was the midat of spring, meaning plenty of new growth was making itself a known presence.

George held your hand up until the two of you were underneath the magnolia tree, the gorgeous purple and white coloration standing out like a sore thumb.

He smiled as he let go of your hand, reaching for one of the flowers hanging down a tad lower than the rest.