Yesterday.

Her gaze was anywhere else than looking at the other, lashes brimmed heavy with angry tears. “ Look, don’t you have someone, anyone, else to bother ? I’m… busy.  Homework. ”  

“Oh uh....” He couldn’t deal with crying. He’d been taught at a young age that crying wasn’t for boys, even though it was far from the truth. “You... alright?”

“Do you ever say anything that isn’t dripping in sarcasm, Sev?”

“No. It’s just how it is. If I wasn’t sarcastic, I wouldn’t be me.”

“Why are you walking behind me when there’s just about nobody else in the corridors?”

“I’m just walking. You just happen to be in front of me but every time I go to pass you just happen to be there.”

“Why don’t you hop over me and get a move on, Greasy?” he said dryly, not in the mood to argue with the other at all.

“Greasy? You’re losing your touch. Is that a hint of tiredness I hear in your voice? What a shame.”

Caradoc had spent most of the morning trailing around after couples, playing love songs and ballads requested by significant others and crushes- raking in more than enough sickles and galleons to last him the rest of the school year. It was only after a few hours his voice was beginning to get hoarse and he had settled on one of the glittering pink drinks on the table. It was strawberry, sweet and refreshing and he quickly reached for another, taking another big sip until he stopped- the glass falling from his hands and smashing on the floor as a feeling of warmth filled his body, he felt light, as if he was floating and suddenly a big, soppy grin graced his lips and he stared at the person in front of him with a look of awe and pure affection. “Your eyes are like the deep ocean, I could get lost in them-” he said, mesmerised. 

“I really am not enjoying the look you’re giving me... are you... alright? Did you hit your head or something.”

😈: Expecting to get laid or spend a night alone?

💋: Expecting a kiss on Valentine’s Day?

✏️ : How do you feel about love letters? Ever received a love letter? How do you feel about those Valentine’s Day cards that children use in school? 

“You won’t open tha’ with ‘Alohomora’, mate. It’s clearly been hexed locked, however, I may be able to help in that department.” 

“Who said I was trying to open it? Perhaps I was just making sure the hex worked.”

Petunia was dragged out of her room by one of her few friends and brought to the Black Lake where they were having some sort of stupid party. It wasn’t warm enough to even be in the water but here she was, smack dab in the middle of it all. And of course she wasn’t made aware that they would be getting wet, so she was still in her normal clothes which consisted of a simple grey dress.

“How the bloody hell did I get dragged into this.” She mumbled, trying to pretend she wasn’t as cold as she was right now.

“Not sure.” Severus called out from the dock. “Perhaps if you livened up a bit you wouldn’t need to be dragged and people would give all the information.”

“yes you did, don’t sound so surprised. it was an honor losing to you, just look at my hair,” Lily said, showing him her burned tips. “thank you first” she grinned getting up from her seat. “let’s go for something simple, how about a walk?”

“I can fix that. I’m actually rather good with hair potions. A lot of trial and error with this beast.” He pointed to his own hair before grinning. “A walk sounds nice.” He hurriedly got up and offered the other his arm.

“If you are bald then perhaps you won’t be so much of a disgrace because of your greasy locks.” Vale said nonchalantly with a shrug. “Same as always, on the verge of fucking everything up and bringing a few people down with me while I’m at it.”

“Wow.” He said with a bored sigh. “Might as well fuck up spectacularly. Give this school something to really rally around.”

“I won’t agree nor disagree with that because the topic of your face doesn’t really concern me. Your hair, though now that you mention it, you should set it on fire.”

“If I set it on fire I’d be bald and somehow that feels like it would be even worse.” He let out a sigh. “So... musicals aside... how are you?”

“No, he bloody knows this is a punishment and somewhere is his sadistic musical mind he’s enjoying it. Who in his right mind would cast you as a hearthrob?”

“I mean, I am at least decently attractive. Don’t say a single fucking thing about my hair. I’ve literally done everything and it still looks like this.”