exodus

"Merlin, Roxanne don’t tease me like that," Monet grinned happily. "Oh, just ‘ze usual. Flying, reading, asking strangers if I can paint them.” 

"Do you have any of the paintings with you now?"

❛ Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, so if you want to admit your undying love for me speak now or forever hold your peace. ❜

❛Alright. I love you. ❜

"Damn. You're good."

"Why is everyone so suspicious? They’re just chocolates. I haven’t done anything to them. What’s wrong with wanting to show my appreciation on the one day of the year that I shouldn’t get weird looks for doing so?"

"I might be to blame for that," Roxanne told her, looking back on all her chocolate pranks.

Céline picked herself up, brushing the grass from her clothes and leaning on her broom. The wind knocked out of her, she was finding it a bit difficult to breathe and took a few moments before she could make any kind of sound, let alone form words.

Now Zach liked Roxanne — one of the only Weasley’s that he didn’t mind spending time with. “You really should’ve been there — next time come with me?”

“Of course. We can search for it together. High.”