A Vexed Valentine
Harry Potter
Amos Whirly

Word Count: 275

It's all a bunch of rubbish. That's all I have to say.

Hearts and chocolates and affections – a waste of time if you ask me. Maybe it's fine for other girls, silly blubbering ninnies who thrive on the attentions of the opposite sex. Ridiculous! Who has time for such nonsense? I have parchments due to Professor Snape, a report on Mandrake fertilization to Professor Sprout, an arithmacy chart for Professor Flitwick, and I still have to work out the kinks in my transfiguration charm for Professor McGonagall. I have to change Crookshanks into a dinner plate. It's quite vexing actually. The plate still comes out with ginger striped fur and four sets of claws. No, McGonagall wouldn't pass that at all. And poor Crookshanks. He's exhausted, and I don't blame him at all. I don't care what Ronald says. Crookshanks is the finest cat in the wizarding world. As if Ronald would know anything about cats.

It's dreadfully annoying. I must get all this work done, but we're expected to attend the Valentine's ball. So I will do what I can beforehand and go down for just a little while. I've no need or desire to mingle with all the other girls. The only friends I've really made are boys, Ron and Harry. I hope they don't fall for the canny little tricks those silly twits throw at them. Some of the girls around Hogwarts can be quite devious, more devious than a basilisk in some cases.

On second thought, maybe I'll spend more time at the ball than I thought I would. After all, someone has to watch out for Harry and Ronald.