Soon after the feelings of nostalgia did she gave a couple knocks in the oaken front door of the mansion. The knock wasn't answered right away but the mare had all the time in the world. She turned herself around once again to watch the front garden a bit more. Her eyes then fell upon a small pedal for roses. Their formation was a waving pattern and it really showed that to the fullest of effects. It happened to be a little thing Fleur did herself one day long ago.