"I’m not sure," Hermione said.  It was a smaller, pretty arrangement of dried forget-me-not and lilies, with a couple of dead roses mixed in.  Still fragrant, it gave off a light perfume of lily and rose.  "Someone’s trying to send some kind of message but I haven’t got the faintest idea who keeps sending them."  She motioned to Harry, who followed her into the office, where she saw a familiar form sitting in one of the chairs that faced her desk.