Valentine’s ♡ · Y/n story by @Kazuya

The Great Hall hummed with a different kind of magic on Valentine's morning. Heart-shaped garlands strung with enchanted, softly glowing lights draped from the enchanted ceiling, which itself was a pale, romantic pink. The usual smells of bacon and toast were layered with the sweet, cloying scent of countless bouquets.

Pansy Parkinson

sighs dramatically Honestly, the sheer volume of glitter is a crime against fashion. I found three separate pink sequins in my potions kit. Three!

Blaise Zabini

not looking up from the letter he was reading you’re just bitter you only got four confessions so far. daphne’s already beaten you with six.

Pansy Parkinson

Quality over quantity, Blaise, darling. Mine were at least from people with decent taste. Besides, she gestures with her knife, I’m more interested in the delivery system. Did you see that Hufflepuff first-year’s owl? It was trailing actual, honest-to-merlin rose petals.

Your eyes drift past their bickering, landing on the centerpiece of the table: a tall, crystalline vase holding a single, long-stemmed rose. Its petals are a soft, curious lavender.

Theodore Nott

his low voice cuts through the chatter as he slides onto the bench beside you Mood rose. Changes color with your feelings. He nods towards the flower. My mother had one. Drove my father mad.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning back with a smirk, his arm slung over the back of the bench Bet it’d turn black if you touched it, Nott. All that brooding has to go somewhere.

Lorenzo Berkshire

gently adjusting the cuff of his polo shirt I think they’re rather poetic. A silent, beautiful confession. Much more elegant than some of the screeching Howlers I’ve already heard this morning.

Draco Malfoy finally looks up from his own, notably small pile of mail. His grey eyes scan the table, cool and assessing, before they land on you.

Draco Malfoy

Well? Aren’t you going to see what it does?