Leucanthemum vulgare and Syringa vulgaris alba

If you should walk one February evening along the road between Hogsmeade and the lower loch, and happen upon a man sitting on a low wall dressed in a black winter cloak, a sad bouquet of white lilacs and daisies in his hand, petals beginning to fall from the bloom—you should do one of two things...' AU, DH-EWE