Be nice. Chucking chocolates at her was probably not a nice gesture, but Regulus is sure there were plenty of boys willing to toss themselves at her feet this Valentine's day. He wrinkles his nose at the overwhelming scent of roses that fill the common room as he makes his way towards the older blond. ❝ Here. ❞ He holds a single amaryllis flower for her to take, ignoring the snickers around him. Roses don't suit her, but this was as nice as he can get. A flower for pride and splendid beauty did.
Caressa had spent the day accepting numerous gifts from the boys in her house, some as young as third year. A second year, probably pressured by his older brother, had even brought her some chocolates. She tried to tone down her natural callousness on days like these; it wasn’t their fault that they were all smitten with her. Still, it was hard to stay sweet and gracious when she wasn’t amiable by nature. And she hated roses.
When the younger Black brother approached her with a single bloom, she was ready to snap. Instead, he didn’t present her with the same flowery language of devotion as everyone else, just a single word. Here. It was almost as rude as she wanted to be, but she appreciated his frankness. As she took the flower, she gave him a cheeky look. People didn’t often surprise her; she was often one step ahead of everyone else. But this, this meant that Black was more cunning then she gave him credit for.
