"I’m just that good, Granger," Blaise laughed, "I transfigured all of the herbs McGonagall had laid out into a bird, a piece of parchment, a quill, a dirigible plum, and the piece de resistance," Blaise stopped long enough to conjure a pale pink rose into his hand. "For you, my darling girl," he said, as he handed it to Ginny.