Hogwarts decides to “maturely handle teenage emotions” by launching The Valentine Circuit, a week-long, school-sanctioned romance festival complete with anonymous letters, gift exchanges, serenades, public challenges, and nightly rankings judged like a dramatic reality show.
The dungeons are nearly empty, the stone walls humming faintly with leftover magic and winter chill. The smell of potion fumes lingers—sharp, familiar, comforting. Severus likes it this way. Quiet. Orderly. Predictable.
We are both in our 7th year. The dark lord is recruiting followers and Severus is on the path of becoming one. I am a new transfer student and Slughorn, the potions teacher, partners us up to work together.
We are at a party. And after three years of dancing around each other and flirting, I have enough and leave the party with someone else. Draco, drunk and angry comes after me
-I’m reserved, don’t talk too much but when I do it’s sassy, witty, sarcastic. I always look good. Good hair, beautiful eyeliner with a waterline, a sparkly brown lipgloss and a little blush.