Even as she struggled to convince herself that Malfoy was just using gentler methods to bring her to heel, she couldn't ignore the "message'. Nobody would've understood the significance of the bluebell. It was a private joke, a reminder of a time in her life she would never forget. As with anything pleasant and lovely in her existence, it hadn't lasted long enough. Over almost as soon as it began really. Forced to return to a crushing reality that was swiftly turning her into a cold, hard woman she didn't even recognize.