riddle me this;

Twirling a hand innocently through her long blonde locks, Dahlia Reynolds stopped near the famed Honeydukes, waiting for something interesting to happen. Valentines Day was barely a heartbeat away and with romance came heartbreak, jealousy and lust; all the ingredients for a scandalous story or perhaps simply a wonderful piece of blackmail. With the sudden interruption of an unfamiliar voice, her head turned daintily towards the stranger. “Thank you so much for telling me that,” she said with a warm smile lighting up her face. “I should’ve known better than to give in to my sugar quill cravings this close to Valentine’s Day.” 

Artemis had to resist raising her eyebrows at the woman, her radar for the lies that seemed to roll off the other's tongue going off the charts. Of course, Artemis didn't know exactly why the blonde was lying, and it didn't concern her ( at least, she hoped it didn't ) but, between the smile and the apparent sugar quill craving that she had, Artemis felt automatically suspicious. Still, she smiled politely back, she didn't seem to have too malicious of intentions -- though looks were almost always deceiving. "Oh, of course, it's really a non-issue. I'm inwardly cursing myself for giving into my sweet craving, but I'm already in line, may as well keep waiting, right?"

"Ten minutes? Really? Bugger. It didn’t even occur to me that Valentines Day is only a few days away — I suppose that’s what happens when you’re single," Ava said, shaking her head a little. "Oh well, I like Muggle chocolate better than Wizarding chocolate anyway — something about moving frogs just creeps me out a little, you know? — I might just go to a Muggle store instead. Are you here for yourself or buying for a significant other?”

Artemis smiled as the other girl went on to talk about herself, and nodded accordingly. So far, her presence was nice, and the smile on her face she found was genuine as she listened more. "I doubt you'd have any better luck at a Muggle store, I'm fairly certain muggles go just as nutty as wizards do for this holiday. And I can definitely understand why they'd be creepy, I've heard if you don't chew them properly, you're able to feel them jumping around in your stomach," she replied, wondering how to answer the woman's question.

Easily, Artemis could talk in riddles, make it a sort of game but the person in front of her wasn't one of her classmates, and it didn't seem ... as fun to talk in strange riddles when she knew that there'd likely be no follow up in the future. "Both, though, the significant other isn't romantic. I, also happen to indulge in candy once in a while -- but let's keep that between us."

"By gosh, it all makes perfect sense. Perhaps it was the strength of our passionate intimacy that has drawn us both here today simultaneously. Already synchronised. I, of course, was here for the same reason, to purchased overly sugary sweets in a way to express my bonefide affection for you. Sugared butterfly wings? How very appropriate for the occasion.” The smile of hers positively infectious, as Wes was genuinely amused by their lampoon. “I will only indulge in such a pleasure if we are able to owl home about how many hours we have spent in each other’s company, how enjoyable it was, and that we are looking forward to graduation and marriage.”

It was this kind of repartee that they engaged in that often kept Wes desiring her company, he counted himself lucky to be destined to spend the rest of his life with a bright mind that functioned like his own   he could think of far worse. “That ever-so troublesome future husband of yours, who I believe to be brilliant in every way. And very attractive. I should think that Acid Pops, a few of your best riddles, and of course copious amounts of coitous would make for an adequate marriage.’

"Ah, yes, it's the strength of our divine passionate and overwhelming intimacy and by the cosmos -- f a t e, really -- that drew us both here today simultaneously to Honeydukes. Well, I see that our s y n c h r o n i z a t i o n has allowed us to be true romantics, and I have a confession -- I was going to buy all of Honeydukes for you, as a grand gesture of adoration. Unless you think that wouldn't be a large enough of a grand gesture?" Her smile couldn't do anything but widen as she talked with him, a small laugh leaving her throat. "Oh, but of course we'll have to write letter upon letter, detailing every moment we spent together. Make sure to detail about how my hair cascaded like a waterfall over my shoulders," comically, she gave a slight hair flip then continued, " and how my eyes shined in the light of hope that is our love. Am I missing anything?"

A thick cloud of acrid grey smoke breezed through Rhett’s lips, the cigarette resting between his lips. Shielded by the black lens of his Ray Bans, he was able to take a quick scan of the Carrow girl standing before him. The corners of his lips ever so lightly curled upwards as he spoke, “Then, why are you still in line?”

Clever boy, Artemis thought to herself as she ID'ed who it was that asked her the question. Rhett Pemberton, in her year, and another Gryffindor who defied house stereotypes -- not that she gave into them. What was she to say? Not that she'd give him the answer that she just wanted candy and was willing to be patient for it, no, Artemis liked to talk in riddles, play games, and see if the people around her could keep up. Flowery language was her specialty, and she intended to use it. "Even if hope breeds eternal misery, patience is a virtue, and one that I've used while waiting in line. Why not be in line?" 

Perhaps the last person Wesley had expected to see in line to enter the confectionary store so close to Valentine’s day was his betrothed. “How kind of you to warn me, Artemis. But I believe that raises more questions than it answers. Are you purchasing with Valentines Day in mind?” He queried, amused by the unexpected company. “I doubt they will have sold out of Acid Pops, not sweet I would choose to express affection.”

"For you, Wesley Rowle, romance is in the air and I of course thought of you first. We are due to be married in a year and half or so, what better way to solidfy my intense and deep love & attraction for you than sugared butterfly wings?" Artemis turned to Wesley finally, a smile curling on her lips as she saw him. "Please stand with me, Mr. Rowle, I'm not the only person in the vicinity guilty of being near a candy shop near Valentines Day. -- And Acid Pops? Hmm, maybe I'll give that to a certain future husband of mine, I hear he has a liking for them and is, well quite the brute. Unattractive too. How ever will I survive? Any tips?"