Cupid's Cookies Errand

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Saturday .DAY Feb 14th, 2026 .M/D/Y Great Lake .LOCATION Before Sunset .TIME

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𑣲𝓒upid’s Cookies location: Great Lake date: Feb. 14th, 2026 word count: 461 words

mentions: @Rosaline Everhart, @Cecilia Merrick, @Lucille Rosenhart, @Erast Yan

outfit: photo in ooc notes at the bottom

𝓣he morning had started out pretty normal for Leo. He fed and played with Perse for a while and did some studying before deciding to take a walk around. It wasn’t lost on him that today was Valentine’s Day, after all he did intentionally wear a red sweater for the occasion. What he wasn’t prepared for was being surrounded by couples in the halls. It wasn’t that he was annoyed by the couples being lovey dovey around him, more like he was curious. How did you know if you liked someone like that and more importantly how could you tell if they liked you back?

These thoughts and more buzzed in his mind as he walked at a slow pace through the hallways until he reached the Great Hall. He decided to take a break and leaned against the wall, glancing around as people passed by. At some point he closed his eyes and just listened to the sounds around him until he heard some familiar voices coming his way. Opening his eyes slowly he turned and saw Rosaline, Lucille and Cecilia coming by.

After finding out they were going to a Valentine’s Day event he decided to tag along at their request, not that he had much else going on plus they said there would be cookies involved. They picked up Erast on the way, which was a little awkward after their last meeting, and made their way out to the Great Lake where the area set up for the event was. It brought back memories of coming out here for the fall ball a few months ago. It had been such a fun evening so he was glad to get to spend another fun event with her and some of their other friends as well. Although he knew teasing would probably be inevitable for him today with Lu and Cece attending too. Glancing at Rosaline he noticed her cheeks were a little pink and he hoped she wasn’t too cold from being outside in the late winter weather.

Walking up to the event space all Leo could smell was the scent of roses in the air. As Rosa pointed out a table that would fit them all, Leo nodded and gave a small smile in agreement. “That seems good.” His eyes flittered from Rosa to the desserts that she mentioned and immediately wanted to dig in and eat some. Although the point was to decorate them first all he could think about was satisfying his sweet tooth and eating them as they moved to the table to sit. He turned his attention back to Rosa, “Do you know how you want to decorate them?” He asked as he took his seat, specifically trying to take a spot beside her.

ooc notes: i have permission to mention them going to the event together

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stats: sta. 5 - eva. 5 - str. 5 - wis. 5 - arc. 5 - acc. 5 —————— ability: metamorphmagus

WC: 475
Interacting with: @Diana Roberts & @Rosalyn Willows
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Sorry if any errors.. Haven't slept in 35 hours as of right now...

A warm grin spread across Concetta's face as the girl accepted and read between the lines of her offer. Her gloved hands pulled back on the chair to her left and took a seat, placing her hands down in her lap as she looked at the environment from this new angle. They had really put a lot of effort into this tea party and the ambiance that accompanied it, but the blank heart shaped sugar cookies also beckoned her attention until learning the other girl's name.

"That's a pretty one! You name, I mean... I'm Concetta!" She awkwardly laughs, though it was earnest. A silence fell over for a split second before another girl with golden blonde hair approached and asked the same thing, if she could sit down, but she made her own destiny and didn't wait for a yes before plopping into a seat. It was admirable, in a way. The blonde introduced herself as Rosalyn, or Rose, but Concetta wasn't sure if they were quite close enough for nicknames, even if she did mention it. Her blonde curls were quite gorgeous, complimenting very well with the candlelight.

Rosalyn's declaration about the pinkness of the holiday was very on the nose from the pink frosting she was applying, to all the pink decorations. Even with a little red and white mixed in, pink was still very obviously the dominating color, and as she turned her head to Diana to see her response, she had to agree, but for a different reason.

"You'll get icing all over like that, Rosalyn" Concetta claims, looking over her shoulder to one of the side tables with more cookies and supplies on it, standing back up to nip a few napkins that were also pink. "Your cookie'll be no fun if it's all sticky", she says, dividing the napkins between the three of them for whenever they'll need them. The third of them for Rosalyn she put a little closer to her placemat than her own's and Diana's.

A gasp almost escaped from Concetta's lips hearing Diana didn't like socializing. That seemed like the main fun part of things like these. For her at least, the cookies were asinine. They could be cracking eggs into a tub for all she cared. "Not at all, Diana? What if you're watching then you get that feeling like you need to say something real' bad? You won't chime in?" It was a bizarre thing to her, but perhaps she was willing to hear Diana out. Her introspection around the holiday was quite mature, and it made Concetta hum, then look at Rosalyn for her input too before responding, "sure so, yeah? Then it's good to talk to people! Talking's fun! I don't know about her," she says, looking sidelong at Rosalyn dramatically enough the satire was obvious, "but I don't bite, personally."

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Emiline loved the season of love. It gave her another opportunity to potentially come out. Would she today? She'd just go with the flow and see. She'd seen the bright pink posters around and knew it would involve some sort of sweet treat for this sweet season.

Her idea of valentines has changed over her three years at Hogwarts. During her first year, it had nothing to do with love only friendships and the sweet treats, her second year she focused on some jokes and sent secret admirer cakes to some of her friends. But this year she felt she had to be serious about it.

There had been the girl she'd seen around, her brown wavy hair, bright blue eyes, such rosy lips. Emiline blinked. She was thinking about her again.

She made her way to the Great Hall and grinned when she saw the set up. A cutesy tea party! On one side, was an area for groups of friends and potentially couples, and her mind instantly thought of Simon and AngelFyre and how they had broken up earlier, this day for them must be sour rather than sweet. On the other side, were tables with cookies and toppings layed out all neatly. It looked like something out of Mr Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

She choose a cookie and three colours, a bright pink, a purple and a darkish blue. She knew she would have to make a bold move or it could been seen as a friendly gesture rather than the ideal, more than friendly gesture.


She grabbed a piping bag and hoped it wouldn't look too tacky. With the bright pink fondant she piped it onto one third of the cookie. Next, she grabbed the purple and piped it next to the pink still covering one third. She then went to grab her blue fondant but couldn't find it. She glanced around her area but couldn't see it. She ducked down to see if it had rolled under the table. Yes. There it was. Sitting there innocently. She added this colour with more care, as if she messed this up it would be harder to cover up as its the darkest colour. Her tongue slipped out in concentration. It had to be perfect for her, her little crush. Soon the final colour was added, Emiline took a small step back just to look.

It was missing something. But what?

The third year glanced around at the pre-set cakes and cookies and the ones with pink sugar coatings looked good. Effortlessly so. It was decided as her arm reached out to grab the pink sugar as her brain was playing catch up. Pinching some grains in her fingers, she sprinkled the pinky sugar in a curve to the left, then a curve to the right, then joining in the middle. A pink sugary heart. Emiline grinned.

It wan't subtle. Not one bit. It was brilliant for what Emiline intended to do. WAIT was she seriously going to give her crush a bisexual themed cookie with a pink sugar heart on it? What was she thinking, she's barely talked to her this year! Only admired from afar.... Would it be weird? Oh god!

Before she knew it, Emiline had made a copy of the one she just did, just in case it broke or got ruined in transport. She needed to confess. And she needed to do it today, with these two confession cookies.

Bringing all the thoughts together she grabbed the box to place her cookies in and walked out the great hall, to the girl with wavy brown hair and deep sea blue eyes.

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Made by Bree Grey

Zephyr heard about that tea party; in fact, he had been debating whether to participate or skip it altogether. Valentine’s events were not usually his thing because of the decorations, too many flowers, too much pink, too many chances for awkward small talks. But when he saw the red notice on the bulletin board earlier and caught the scent of the perfume, curiosity got the better of him. And besides, decorating cookies sounded harmless enough, and the idea of warm tea by the lake didn’t seem so bad. Why not?

He was making his way down the castle corridor to head toward the courtyard doors that led to the Valentine’s tea party, when he noticed someone familiar, Bree. The girl was standing alone near a window with her arms crossed over her chest. She's got that far look on her face. She didn’t even seem to notice his presence when he stopped beside her. If he would take a good guess, the girl was upset. About what, that is the big question.

Normally, he would have ignored it, as he was not one to mind other people's business, and people often wanted space. It was probably the look on her face that made him stop. "Hey... Is everything okay?" The girl just looked at him and tried to brush him off. That was not the answer he expected. If it really didn’t matter, she wouldn’t have said it like that. She wanted him to leave. That was enough for him to understand that this is something personal to her, and that she didn’t want to share what was wrong with her.

Realising she would never tell him what was wrong, he put the matter in his own hands. He knew she needed someone to be there for her, at least that's what he learned from observing people ever since he arrived here. They sometimes show they can manage, but in reality, they need someone to understand them, be there for them. "You know what, I'm going to the tea party, and you're coming with me."

Without another word, he scooped her up over his shoulder like a sack and continued with his little trek to the event space. As expected, she's screaming expletives, but they all fall on deaf ears. If carrying her like a sack for a few minutes was the fastest way to get her there, then so be it. "You'll thank me later, Bree." She might hate him for this, but he just wanted to help her. “You said it doesn’t matter...” he adjusted his grip to make sure it wasn't too tight so it wouldn't hurt her. “..so we’re going.” Whatever else she was telling him, he would only reply, “Nope.”

He just walked calmly toward the courtyard, as if nothing had happened. The scent of sweets and roses spilled into the air. As soon as they arrived, he set her down and raised both his arms in defense. "Heep! Before you say anything, look around you. Isn't this nice? We can decorate cookies and ignore everything else. I promise it will help.” For a moment at least. This is better than just standing there in the cold corridor and be miserable for the rest of the day while everyone else is having fun.

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Ooc notes: Closed for further interactions

Interactions: @Zephyr Deakin
Date: Feb. 14th 2026

Bree sighs as she leans against the wall. Shivering slightly she crosses her arms over her chest and continues to stare out the window. Today happened to be Valentines. Which Bree had now made the one holiday she hated. Her grandmother loved Valentines Day. She found the sweetness in it and tried to bring it to everyone for everyone to enjoy. But now that she's... she's dead, she can bring anyone the joy of today. Thinking about her grandmother, drags her mind to her grandma's funeral.

It was terrible. Completely opposite of what her grandmother would've wanted. She hated when everyone was mourning for something. She would've wanted them to celebrate her death and accepted her death. But no. Her mother threw a open funeral. Bree despised every part of it. All those strangers, faking grief for someone they don't even know. Tears stings her eyes, and her hands curl into fists as she thinks about it. Letting out a loud sigh, she stares out the window and tries to clear her head.

Steady breathing and calming herself down, she hears footsteps behind her. Ignoring them, she stares out the window, watching everyone, hoping that whoever is coming just leaves. As the footsteps comes closer, she squeezes her eyes shut. Finally silence falls over but before she opens them again, she jumps at the familiar voice that addresses her.

Opening her eyes, she sees Zephyr. The first year Hufflepuff who she met in the bathroom and helped her clean up the mess with the jumping beans. Raising her eyes to met his, she says sharply, "Its nothing just... just go. It doesn't really matter."

Turning around, moves to leave. Only accomplishing moving two steps, his voice stops her. He tells her that shes going to go with him. Processing what he just said., she spins around. "Wherever your going, you could go by yourself!" Before she turns, shes suddenly midair. Letting out a surprise yell, she realizes he picked her up. He gently places her over his shoulder as she screams for him to put her down. Pounding on his back, she screams and yells. He ignores her and continues to take her wherever he was originally heading. People turn as they make their way across Hogwarts. Scowling at everyone, demands him to put her down once more.

When they get to where he took her, people stare as he finally puts her down. She spins around angrily with both fists clenched but before she says or does anything he puts his hands up in defense. He tells her to look around and asks if this is nice. Letting out a sarcastic laugh, she spits out no. He continues to talk. When he finishes, she rolls her eyes and murmurs under her breath, "Screw you." Then she looks around. Making a face, she watches as everyone laughs and decorates cookies. "Fine. Then you'll leave me alone after."

Turning, she storms off to an empty table before he says anything more. Pulling out the chair, she drops down into it. Crossing her arms, she leans back in her chair and waits for him to come and sit. "So is this what you wanted? Why the hell do you think I want to decorate a cookie?" She spits this out with venom in her words once he finally sits across from her.