The bar was empty of customers, and only Bernice was left arranging the tables and chairs. The gramophone played the British classic "Greensleeves."
"Dingle bell~" The door was pushed open, and Snape walked in with one hand behind his back.
"We're closed."
"So I'm not here to drink."
Snape slightly nervously took out the hand hidden behind his back, and placed a bouquet of white violets in Bernice's arms.
"It's appropriate to give violets to violets within violets, isn't it?"
Bernice looked into Snape's eyes and smiled.
"Yes, you are right."
Concept: a safe haven and two people to talk to
