Errand Mass Thread Love Is In The Air~

Clark would enter the Great Hall, with the intent of doing something wicked. He only wanted to be popular after all. He looked around and groaned at the sight of the divination professor. It was not Valentines Day. He had a light smile on his face, a little twinkle. Well, if he looked around, he could be amongst the first to write a beautiful letter to the love of his life.. or three... whatever. Wait, what if Clark instead did not write to someone who ditched him in the first place after drinking the juice at her own free will?

He saw the professor leave and quickly ran over to the Hufflepuff table to get writing. He wanted to get this done and over with, hoping that no one would notice him. Oh god, how nice it would have been to be a Pukwudgie, seeing as they are much shorter than he is and therefore easier to miss... ugh. His parents sucked. Dad could've just been cooler and got with a pukwudgie but he sucked and settled with a bloody goblin who ditched him. He furrowed his brows trying to get the thought out of his mind as he began to write. But to who exactly?

Alyssea. No wait.

Solomon? God no, he couldn't rely on the bloody headmaster to save him from trouble. He wasn't his father.

Prat,
Hey baldie. How you doing? I'll figure out a way into Slytherin and I will fight you.

No. He could not send that. He crumbled up the paper, throwing it behind him and

Fine. Keith.

Keith Moore,
You're cute. I cannot deny that. I hate that I dodged you after a whole year or so. That was terrible of me. Anyways.. I can't see you with any other boy or girl... you're always with me in my dreams.. of course, in the dreams where Alyssea is not present. But at least you're not killing me for making you drink amortentia...

He did not sign the paper. It was jumbled, confusing. But he was sending it anyways.

From the moment Oliver had seen the boxes that had appeared on the table; he was in the midst of a conundrum. They were complement boxes. He didn't have many people he would consider friends, or people he would complement in general. He didn't really like people as it turned out, it- well they sucked. And nine time's out of ten they annoyed the hell out of him and in some cases had him wishing he was born a muggle so he wouldn't ever have to deal with them in the first place. The only thing stopping him from wording these thoughts is the shame. Muggle's sucked.

He still didn't want to be left out of the errand, and had nothing better to do so he sat in the great hall. Some scraps of parchment laid in front of him he thought about writing one to Meiyu, to thank her for the party. But alas, he couldn't think of one nice thing to say about her. Hardly his fault, she never said anything nice to him, he could count the amount on his one hand alone. For the number was zero. Thinking about the party, and those that had been in attendance. Bringing his mind to one Cirrus Nam.

Cirrus, Oliver could think of nice things to say about him. As he was one of the people at the blasted school he could stand to be around. And his cat liked him, that was always a good thing. As well as Eric, who was his sort of not rival, rival that Oliver was slowly starting to consider maybe one of his friends. Maybe. It was still a fragile thing, He at the very least didn't mind Eric company. The stunt of dragging him to Novalie at the party was still something he didn't know what to make out of.

Novalie funny enough, thought they were friends. And just damn it that girl was to nice for her own good. So he felt he had to at least write her something. Even if her and Eric may or may not be dating and she didn't tell him. She was still nice to him. He didn't fully understand it. He didn't like he a whole, whole lot. Still, he was also nice. (deep down) He could give her a quick thing or two. With all the people he wanted to write to in mind, Oliver wrote, and wrote a little more. Until he had his letters, stuffing them in separate boxes. Just in case.

the letters
Eric

Reducio

Eric Kim,

You are one of the people that annoy me the least amount at this school, something that has proven to be a challenge to others. I hope you take pride in this information. You have also proven yourself to be a viable rival. And your answers are can be better are just as good as mine. Thank you for the challenge.

- Oliver Armani

Cirrus

Reducio

Cirrus Nam,

My cat likes you a lot, this means I have to like you as well I suppose. Thank you for being kind to animals. mostly mine You don't talk a whole lot, and I like that. I hope to get to know you better as I have no reason not to like you. Thank you for not being annoying.

- Oliver Armani

Nova

Reducio

Novalie Moon,

Your loud, and seem to have no respect for personal space. Yet you are kind, and very friendly, even to me. Thank for that. it's hard to hate you.

- Oliver Armani

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES Reducio Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

Interacting : @n/a |||| @Cirrus Nam, @Eric Kim, @Novalie Moon, @Meiyu Xiang : Mentioning

Mentioning: @Pamela Graham, @Janosch Dehoff, @Aurelia Valentine, @Matthew Campbell and @Ira Thornfield

OOC: I didn't want to mention you guys because I wanted to keep what I wrote a surprise till the open thread came out...

𝕽uth Fairchild openly stared at the box in front of her, right smack in the center. It blocked the path for her lunch, so she had to shuffle to the side, eager to get some food before continuing to spend her birthday in bliss. Still, she couldn’t help but eye the box. She had seen it in the morning, but hadn’t been able to pay attention because of the howler she had received from Aaron. Now that the very embarrassing issue has been settled, Ruth could finally let her curiosity get the better of her. Ruth had read that there was some valentine event going around, and these boxes were the main key. Something about writing notes to friends, was it? She glanced around. The hall was still pretty empty. It wouldn’t hurt to write some notes to her friends, especially when she hadn’t caught sight of them.

She took a couple of slips, hoping that it wasn’t against the rules to write to more than one person. Ruth was grateful for several people, and it wouldn’t be nice to only write a note to one. After all, they had all contributed to making her life at Hogwarts interesting.

It wasn’t that hard to come up with people to write to. She immediately thought of the beaming face of Pamela Graham, and unfortunately was mocked by Ira Thornfield’s presence trailing behind her best friend. She blanched. No way was she writing to Ira. Unless…Ruth tapped the pen against the table, the pattern becoming increasingly rapid. Would it help to write a nice letter to Ira to improve their relationship? Ruth desperately wanted to place the incident that happened ages ago behind them. It wasn’t worth the grudge at all, but oh no, Ira was bitter.

Thinking about the Hufflepuff was ruining her birthday. Pushing the thought aside for later, she decided to begin writing for Pamela first. Clicking at the pen, she began to scribble, then stopped. Nice handwriting might make her favour me over Ira, she thought smugly, then laughed to herself, beginning to immerse herself in writing.

Reducio

dᥱᥲr ρᥲᥣm sυgᥲr,
ყoυr ᥣᥲυghtᥱr ᥲᥒd smιᥣᥱ rᥱmιᥒds mᥱ of thᥱ wᥲrm sυᥒshιᥒᥱ oᥒ mყ fᥲᥴᥱ. ყoυ mᥲkᥱ mყ dᥲყs wιth ყoυr ᥴhᥲttᥱr, mყ ᥱყᥱs ᥣιght υρ whᥱᥒ ι ᥴᥲtᥴh sιght of ყoυr ᥴᥲsᥴᥲdιᥒg bᥣoᥒdᥱ hᥲιr. thᥲᥒk ყoυ for bᥱιᥒg mყ frιᥱᥒd, bυt ρᥣᥱᥲsᥱ stoρ forᥴιᥒg ιrᥲ ᥲᥒd ι togᥱthᥱr.

bυt…for ყoυ, ι’ᥣᥣ trყ to gᥱt ᥲᥣoᥒg wιth hᥱr. hᥲρρყ vᥲᥣᥱᥒtιᥒᥱs!
ᥣovᥱ, rυth ღ
Dear Palm Sugar,
your laughter and smile reminds me of the warm sunshine on my face. You make my days with your chatter, my eyes light up when I catch sight of your cascading blonde hair. Thank you for being my friend, but please stop forcing Ira and I together.

But…for you, I’ll try to get along with her. Happy Valentines!
Love, Ruth

She hesitated, then wrote the last sentence down before doodling a small heart beside her name. Folding the slip into the box, she shuffled the blank slips below her, deep in thought. Now, who next... She mused to herself, then found her eyes wandering over towards the Ravenclaw table.

Ah. Jan. How could she forget? Her lips curled as she thought of him, and the fingers wrapped around the pen tightened before writing on its own, as though it knew what to write. When it came to the boy, words flowed easily...at least, that's what she thought. Till she glanced down at what she was writing and was shocked to only see five words staring back up at her.

Reducio

dᥱᥲr jᥲᥒ,
mᥱᥱtιᥒg ყoυ fᥱᥣt ᥣιkᥱ fᥲtᥱ.
Dear Jan,
meeting you felt like fate.

Really? Surely there was more to say to him. But the more she stared at the slip, the more the words felt...right. It felt wrong to send in a slip with so little words, but she did anyways. Hopefully Jan wouldn't be too bothered by it. In her haste, she hadn't signed it. This she only realised at the last minute and she could only hope he knew it was from.

Right. No use worrying about spilled milk. She began to write a note to Aurelia Valentine, knowing that it'd strengthen her friendship with the lass. Besides, how could she not? Aurelia had 'Valentine' literally as her last name. The irony urged Ruth to write in what she hoped was Aurelia-worthy, for the girl was certainly an academic pursuer, and the only way to satisfy people like that is by using simple words and a doodle to balance it out.

Reducio

dᥱᥲr ᥲυrᥱᥣιᥲ, ι ᥲdmιrᥱ ყoυr smᥲrtᥒᥱss. ᥲᥒd thᥱ wᥲყ ყoυ hoᥣd ყoυrsᥱᥣf. ι ᥲdmιrᥱ ყoυr ᥱvᥱr-ᥴυrᥣყ hᥲιr, ᥒo mᥲttᥱr how mυᥴh ιt gᥱts ιᥒ thosᥱ dᥲrk ᥱყᥱs of ყoυrs. ι ᥲdmιrᥱ ყoυr wιsdom ᥲᥒd ι ᥲdmιrᥱ ყoυ for tᥲkιᥒg mᥱ to bᥱ ᥒot so mυᥴh of ᥲ thrᥱᥲt. hᥲ. hᥱrᥱ's ᥲ doodᥣᥱ to mᥲkᥱ υρ for toᥣᥱrᥲtιᥒg mᥱ, rυth f.

Dear Aurelia,
I admire your smartness. And the way you hold yourself. I admire your ever-curly hair, no matter how much it gets in those dark eyes of yours. I admire your wisdom and I admire you for taking me to be not so much of a threat. Ha.

Here's a doodle to make up for tolerating me,
Ruth F.

She attempted a sketch of what looked to be a girl with spaghetti hair sticking out everywhere and giggled at the sight. Yes. Aurelia-worthy.

Now for Matthew Campbell. She owed him her words for all the fun he had concocted for the two of them to experience together, no matter how much trouble they could have, or did, get into. He made her smile, laugh, and was there to make her feel as though being a muggle-born wasn't so bad. With him, it really wasn't.

Reducio

dᥱᥲr mᥲtt,
ρᥣᥱᥲsᥱ doᥒ't tᥱᥣᥣ ᥲᥲroᥒ, bυt ყoυ ᥲrᥱ dᥱfιᥒιtᥱᥣყ mυᥴh morᥱ fυᥒ thᥲᥒ hᥱ ιs. thᥲᥒks for ᥣookιᥒg ᥲftᥱr mᥱ. ι ᥣovᥱ ყoυr ρᥱrsoᥒᥲᥣιtყ, ᥲᥒd ყoυr mιsᥴhιᥱf. ყoυ hᥲvᥱ ᥲbsoᥣυtᥱᥣყ ᥒo ιdᥱᥲ how mυᥴh ყoυ mᥲkᥱ mᥱ fᥱᥱᥣ ᥲt homᥱ. ι hoρᥱ ყoυ'ᥣᥣ bᥱ bყ mყ sιdᥱ for thᥱ mᥲᥒყ ყᥱᥲrs to ᥴomᥱ.

ρ.s thᥲᥒks for ᥴomfortιᥒg mᥱ ᥲt brᥱᥲkfᥲst, ᥲgᥲιᥒ.
ᥣovᥱ,
rυthᥣᥱss, ყoυr ρᥲrtᥒᥱr ιᥒ ᥴrιmᥱ
Dear Matt,
Please don't tell Aaron, but you are definitely much more fun than he is. Thanks for looking after me. I love your personality, and your mischief. You have absolutely no idea how much you make me feel at home. I hope you'll be by my side for the many years to come.

P.S Thanks for comforting me at breakfast, again.
Love,
Ruthless, your Partner in Crime

She couldn't wait for him to receive the letter, thanking him for his morning's reassurance for Ruth receiving a howler. He had practically sprinted all the way to where she was sitting!

She gave a look of disdain at the last slip, toying with the idea of trolling Ira, complimenting Ira, or not writing a letter to Ira at all. But everyone deserves a little love on Valentines, Ruth thought coyly. Smirking, she wrote what she hoped was as bloody romantic and sickly sweet as possible, then submitted it.

Reducio

dᥱᥲr ιrᥲ,
ι kᥒow ყoυ thιᥒk ι hᥲtᥱ ყoυ, ᥲᥒd ι kᥒow how mυᥴh ყoυ dᥱsριsᥱ mᥱ for ᥲᥣmost brᥱᥲkιᥒg ყoυr ᥒosᥱ, bυt ყoυ doᥒ't υᥒdᥱrstᥲᥒd. ι ᥲdmιrᥱ ყoυ from thᥱ dᥱᥱρᥱst dᥱρths of thᥱ ρᥲᥴιfιᥴ oᥴᥱᥲᥒ. ყoυr hᥲιr ιs so sᥣιᥴk ᥲᥒd shιᥒყ, ι'd ᥣovᥱ to rυᥒ mყ hᥲᥒds throυgh ιt ᥲᥒd brυsh ιt for ყoυ. ყoυr sρᥲrkᥣιᥒg dᥲrk ᥱყᥱs, oh...whᥱᥒ thᥱყ gᥣᥱᥲm, ιt mᥲkᥱs mᥱ swooᥒ ιᥒsιdᥱ. ᥲᥣᥣ thιs roυgh ᥱxtᥱrιor thᥲt ι gιvᥱ ιs ᥲ froᥒt to hιdᥱ mყ υᥒdყιᥒg wιsh to bᥱ bყ ყoυr sιdᥱ for ᥣιfᥱ. ι hoρᥱ ყoυ wιᥣᥣ ᥣᥱt go of ყoυr grυdgᥱ oᥒ mᥱ ᥲᥒd mᥲkᥱ ρᥲm hᥲρρყ....togᥱthᥱr.

hᥲρρყ vᥲᥣᥱᥒtιᥒᥱs, swᥱᥱthᥱᥲrt.
ყoυr bᥱᥣovᥱd rυth!
Dear Ira,
I know you think I hate you, and I know how much you despise me for almost breaking your nose, but you don't understand. I admire you from the deepest depths of the pacific ocean.
Your hair is so slick and shiny, I'd love to run my hands through it and brush it for you. Your sparkling dark eyes, oh...when they gleam, it makes me swoon inside. All this rough exterior that I give is a front to hide my undying wish to be by your side for life. I hope you will let go of your grudge on me and make Pam happy....together.

Happy valentines, sweetheart.
Your beloved Ruth!

Stifling her laughter to avoid anyone noticing what she had just done, Ruth got to eating lunch.

Interacting with: N/A Mentioning: @Lyanna Oak, @Joseph Sims, and @Tracey Bailey Date: 02/01/25

Word Count: 317

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Avery woke up excited. It was finally February! The month that would be filled with love letters, friends, and fun! Avery couldn't wait! Even though she had never fallen in love, and didn't have a crush, she still had a few friends she wanted to give notes to. She hoped that her notes would bring them joy because sometimes people need joy. Especially when they are going through a hard time. She walked out the portrait with a spring in her step. A new month also meant a new start for her. Hopefully this month would actually mean a new start for her, and maybe she wouldn't have to deal with more family problems. That was a bit wishful though. Right now was just a time full of her family's problems. At least, the big ones. Avery walked in the Great Hall and was surprised to find a box on the Gryffindor table. She realized it was for notes, so she got very excited. She sat down at the table and began to think of what she would write. She tapped her quill against her head as she thought of who to write to. Then she decided what to write. Reducio Dear Lya, Thank you so much for being such a great friend to me! You are amazing, and I can't wait to see where our adventures will take us! Love, Avery Avery smiled at the note. It was short, but sweet. Perfect. Now it was time to write the next letter. Reducio Dear Joseph, I've had such a fun year with you so far! Herbology has been way more fun with you in it! I can't wait to see our friendship grow! Love, Avery Avery smiled again. She was proud of actually sitting down and writing letters for her friends. She had been so busy lately that she hadn't even thought about doing anything. The only letter she had written recently were to Mateo. Who was all the way in Japan. That's when Avery remembered the last person she would write a letter to! Reducio Dear Tracey, Thank you so much for listening to me, and helping me with my homework! It was a lot of fun to work with you, and I can't wait to see our friendship grow! Love, Avery Finally satisfied, Avery dropped the letters into the box. Excited to see her friends' reactions when they received the letters. But, for now, it was time to eat breakfast before going out for probably another flying session.

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Date: February 1

Interacting With:@Quinn Brook

Word Count: 327/200

OOC Notes: Reducio Speaking: b38900 Thinking: Italics

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Outift: Reducio A bright yellow shirt, pink skirt, and her satchel.

February 1st 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
@Scout Fu-Hai - @Colin McCoire - @Ava Winchect - @AngelFyre McCubbin - @Simon Kincaid

"Hmm..."

Emily scrutinised the photograph closely. Her beloved "Auntie" sent it with the usual round of mail. Her and Matthew in the rose garden a far way from the city of London. She must have popped over for a visit to see him, no doubt due to his tumultuous schedule. She wore the yellow and pink party dress that she hardly ever wore these days. Matthew was just as handsome as Emily remembered him, though she still found it a tad difficult to get used to him with short black hair, not the long ponytail she met him with back when he had her star-struck with his performance of Henry Jekyll some time ago. They held each other in their arms. They looked happy together. Good for them! Emily smiled, pleased. She thought it silly to assume at first but the signs were there and this photograph confirmed it. She could tell by "Auntie's" pink cheeks and how close Matthew was to her. They liked each other.

"Auntie" called them "friend dates" but it inevitably crossed Emily's mind before that the two just might have a small thread of attraction for each other. She wouldn't be surprised if they were making plans to spend Valentine's Day together. Just as friends. Emily was neither disappointed nor jealous of them. She recognised a special, indescribable connection a mile away. Emily was no expert in love; she had no crushes, no time or patience to look for a boyfriend, let alone have one, and she was just fine with that! That wouldn't stop her from supporting the slow build-up of something beautiful that she knew was blossoming between her guardian and her friend who happened to be a boy.

Love letters were an enigma to Emily. They were cliché but still held that strange, profound effect over who they're made for. At first she was hesitant to try and write something fancy shmancy or overly cheesy as a form of spirit for the event that had been organised in the Great Hall. But love wouldn't be a part of the plan today... Well, it would be... But it would be through the only way Emily knew how to do... The squishy, Huffie Emily way!

Emily tucked the photograph away into her pocket and sauntered into the Great Hall. She lifted several sheets of paper. She had a small number of people to get through. The chosen names were obvious from the get-go. Emily started with the instinctive name that came first;

Reducio

Dearest Scout,
You have been the friend I'd been waiting for, for so long. You, who are so stubborn and strong, are also beautiful and kind. Never be afraid of who you are. Embrace yourself as I do you. Should you ever need reminded of how incredible you are, then come find me and I'll shower you with everything you deserve to hear. You, Scout Fu-Hai, are the best friend I needed, but don't deserve.
Thank you, for being you!
Emily xx

Setting it to the side, she then moved on to the dynamic duo she knew she had to thank next;

Reducio

Simon,
Otherwise known as the Honourable Healer in my book. You are selfless, a man with a big heart and that is something I admire. You're one that gives but never takes, including your time to help others. You have given me company, laughs and medicine that one time when I was in the Hospital Wing :3 For all you've done and I'm sure more kindness to come, I thank you for it all!
Emily.

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AngelFyre,
Where am I expected to begin, other than proclaim that you're single-handedly the most wonderful, sweetest, charming human being I've ever met? In the small number of times we've had to chat this year so far, I still nevertheless feel humbled by your wisdom, your mind, your ability to persevere and face everything with a smile. I wish to be like you. Thank you for being there. Even if our times together haven't been many, they're some of the best of my life!
Emily.

With their letters carefully tucked away safely as well, Emily then moved onto the other dynamic duo;

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Ava,
By and large, I worry you probably don't think much of me... I'm not as fast or strong, or even as brave as you or Colin. You might even think of me as a nuisance because I'm not tough or heroic. But even still, you never cease to amaze me for your sincerity, loyalty and compassion. I think you're a good soul, even if you don't think so. And you're pretty too. Thanks for putting up with me... One day I'll make it up to you by becoming as strong as you.
Emily.

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Colin,
I'm sure my letter to you will be lost in the sea of others sent by the many other admirers that are more deserving of your time, but I want you to know that you're kind, funny, caring and a real hoot to hang out with. You've been there for me more times that I could count. Like many, you've become somewhat like family to me. Ava included. But no one could hold a candle up to you and your strength, your smile and your heart. Thanks for everything. Here's to (hopefully) more fun times together.
Emily.

That would all suffice for now! There was much more that she wanted to say to them all. If Emily could, she would rip her chest open and share her heart around to those dear to her, just to let them get a blinking peek at how special they are to her, how amazing they are to her and how loved they are as much as Emily felt loved by them.

Whatever they felt about her, it wouldn't compete with how big Emily's heart was for all of them. If only they knew. The words in the letters just aren't enough. Alas, they'll do for now before Emily finds them and hugs them all anyway.

She slipped the letters into the box at the end of the table she sat writing at. She decided she'd mosey around a bit, just in case any more striking names came to mind.

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Stats: Stamina: 7 | Strength: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Wisdom: 8 | Arc Power: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

He'd heard about an errand while eating lunch, seeing the boxes at the end of the table Keith thought about what he should write during lunch. He wasn't really crushing on anyone at the moment, but he'd had plenty of friends, and old crushes. So he decided to write to them.

But what should he write? That was the question he asked himself. What does one write to their friends? And who all should I write to?" He thought while eating a piece of chicken. He stared at his plate as he ate his lunch, thinking of everyone he could write to and what he'd say.

"Okay Keith, you have lots of people you know. Why don't we write to our friends and let them know how awesome they are for putting up with us so long? Yeah That's a good idea." He thought about what he'd say too. So when he was done with his food he took out his sketchbook and began to draw little doodles of his friends, a different friend each page and then wrote to them each.

Dear Colin,
You've been a great friend to me since day one, and have become someone I admire and care about deeply. Should anything happen to you, I'd not know what to do with myself. That being said, I want to thank you for always being there when I needed someone, good and bad times. I can always count on you, and I find comfort in knowing that we'll always have each others backs. I want you to know, you're the first person (besides staff and my parents-) who I told I am now a werewolf. I am so glad we met and I can't wait to see what adventures we'll go on once I get used to being what I am now. Your wolf buddy- Keith Moore

Dear Clark,
If this was First year I'd be writing you poems and asking you to be my Valentine, but this isn't then, and I'm no longer the boy I was when we kissed. I do cherish that memory and think about those times when I need to cheer up. Though you'll laugh at me for it I fear, the thought of you brings a smile to my face even on my most miserable days. I want to thank you for at least giving me a chance back then, and making my first kiss a memorable one. I hope your Valentine's day is a great one full of laughter and mayhem.
Yours truly, Keith Moore

Jay,
You're a really awesome roommate and hopefully next year I'll be in a much better mood and we can celebrate Halloween together. I'm happy to have made friends with you, and I hope we'll continue to be pals for years to come.
- Keith Moore

Hey Renelle,
I won't lie, you're very beautiful. And I apologize for the foolish why I acted with you. I'll admit, I'm not super bright when it comes to talking with someone I like a lot. And I had a BIG crush on you for a while. Though I'm sure you're still as gorgeous, I no longer like anyone! Nor am I wor looking for someone. Anyway, I hope some boy- or girl- asks you out and you have a wonderful Valentine's day.
-Keith Moore

Dear Tes,
Hey! You're pretty cool and thanks for being nice to me even though I probably looked like I wanted to murder someone in the shrieking shack that day. I hope we can spend those days together more because you seem a lot more experienced with that stuff than me, though that's sad, it's helpful. Have a lovely day and I hope your Valentine's day is a day of rest, since it's right after the moon.
-Keith Moore.

Afterwards Keith got a brilliant idea and decided to do different doodles of his friends, and then wrote love letters, this time he'd leave his name out of it. "This is brilliant." he grinned and laughed as he wrote.

Clark,
The way you cause mayhem is sooooo attractive. And you're face is so handsome. How I'd love to kiss you and tell you everyday how much I'm in love with you.

Lovely Colin,
You're so funny and sweet and handsome. Watching you during broom racing games is my favorite thing to do besides think about you.

Folding all the letters up and writing who they were to on one of the sides, he slipped them into the box and left the Great Hall before anyone could stop him.

Wc: -766- (253 not including letters) Mentioning: @Clark Baird @Colin McCoire @Jay Divus @Renelle Dalton @Tesla Stone

OCC- THE FLIRTING ONES ARE JOKES AND KEITH DOESNT REALLY MEAN THEM. but ur character can take it seriously if ya want.

Avis chewed through a mouthful of blueberry muffin as she pondered over the empty piece of parchment in front of her. A quill was tucked neatly behind her ear as she finished her breakfast. Luckily, she’d had an extra one tucked away in her sweatshirt pocket as the girl had left her school satchel up in the Ravenclaw dormitory, seeing as it was Saturday, thank Merlin.

With smudges of blueberry juice on the corners of her mouth, Avis dusted off her hands and plucked the quill from behind her ear. In truth, the girl had completely forgotten that Valentine’s Day was coming up. At 11, she was rather short on any boyfriend or boy experience for that matter so the only thing the holiday had ever meant for her was the fact she’d most likely be snacking away on whatever chocolate would end up on the kitchen table from her older brother Will’s many admirers.

Sure, she’d had her fair share of crushes, maybe even one or two currently but that didn’t mean she knew how to act on those. So today, Avis decided she would write a few notes to people she knew she loved or at least appreciated!

The first note, of course, would be to her best friend Maisie. Avis smiled at the thought. The two had been inseparable since Avis’ unfortunate roommate incident in the fall and she had so much she could write but she’d keep it simple for her hand’s sake.

Reducio

Dear Maisie,

This month is supposedly love month but seeing as I am not in love with anyone, I shall write to you!

I love your bravery. I love your bunny. I love your blunt honesty and your creativity (which is much better than mine) and I love your amazing duelling capabilities. I love your fierce toughness (even though you are small) and your enthusiasm about doing what’s right. I love our long talks in the dorm and our late night adventures and even our run ins with ghosts and redcaps. I love pestering Mylo with you and I love your accent even though I think Irish ones are better haha. I love talking about Quidditch and home and our pets and families and, well, everything.

Really most of all, I love YOU!

Happy Bloody Valentine’s Day,
Avis

Avis fanned her hand over the note to dry the ink and folded it up with a satisfied expression. That had been easy. Hopefully, the rest would be as well.

The next note would be to Mylo, whom although Avis hadn’t met until later, turned out to be a sort of role model to her during the last year. She admired lots of things about the prefect which she realized they might not know considering she and Maisie tended to take every opportunity to drag them into something the two girls deemed fun but usually ended in disaster. Avis raised her quill over the next parchment.

Reducio

Dear Mylo,

I am taking the opportunity that Valentine’s Day presents to write you a letter about how much I admire you!

I think you are a brilliant role model, even though we are only a year apart, but that makes it all the more impressive considering you’ve gained a far better sense of responsibility than me with just a few months over us first years.

Although we tease you about it, I do think you are fun and you always keep others in mind when you should be enjoying yourself a bit more. I admire that though! You are truly selfless when it comes to the safety and comfortability of others.

Another thing I admire is your hair. It’s wavy and messy but in a cool way and always has great texture. Mine is a boring. Please teach me your ways.

Finally I admire that you are still friends with me and Maisie even though we’ve dragged you into more scrapes than I can count on one hand.

Happy Valentine’s Day,
Avis

She folded this one carefully as her gaze fell on the final empty parchment. The girl had a few options for this one. She’d considered a quick thank you note to her Herbology tutor, Oliver, but he would probably burn it (and enjoy doing so). She shook her head, shooting a glance in his direction at the Slytherin table before turning back to the parchment. Definitely not.

Perhaps a few choice words to Saunders on behalf of Maisie? Would she get in trouble for literal hate mail? She chuckled to herself at the thought and discarded it. Besides, Avis didn’t hate the boy enough to write a letter about it. Secretly, she rather admired his abilities on the duelling piste but her loyalty to Maisie would never let her admit it.

A thought came into her head and a smile slowly spread onto her face. Yes that would do. She chewed on the tip of her quill for a moment of thought before starting the note.

Reducio

Dear Campbell,

I don’t exactly believe in Valentine’s Day because, well, I’ve never had a reason to celebrate but this year round I’ve decided to write letters of appreciation to a few friends instead and you made the list!

To be honest, this might be more of an apology note seeing as every time we’re together, you somehow end up in a situation you’d rather not be in but to tell you the truth, I’ve fully enjoyed every experience and I hope you’ve found at least a bit of joy in our adventures.

I wanted to express how much I appreciate our conversations about hard topics. Although flying might not be your forte (you are improving very quickly don’t worry!) you have a knack for listening and understanding that lots of folk don’t have. I think I have learned much more from our times together than I expected, even though I might be in the teaching position at times.

Anyways, I hope you’ll let me drag you along on another ice skating trip if you recovered from the last one or a flying lesson in exchange for more super cool Muggle knowledge. But you’ve already given me much more help than I could’ve ever asked for.

Sincerely,
Avis

P.S. Thank you for helping me open up about Da. It means a lot.

She’d hesitated before hastily scribbling down the last part but she was glad she had written it.

Avis surveyed her little notes with pride for a moment before dropping them in the box and trotting out of the Great Hall. Her heart felt a bit lighter that morning as she realized Valentine’s Day maybe meant a bit more to her than silly crushes and stupid feelings. To her, it now meant she had a whole month to appreciate her friends.

Time to go find Maisie and tell her all about it.