Her friends were used to her spending a lot of time in the library, so they never suspected a thing. The kept thinking she was doing research on her venomous experiments, never knew the true reason of her absence: poetry.
Her social habilities were nule, so how could she mannage to show her love? The books, the stories, all they explained were cheesy, corny declarations with indirects or rhymes. A bouquet of flowers, maybe some chocolate... Romantic dinners? Calm, peaceful walks around a natural pool whilst feeding ducks and birds?
...no.
This was not like her at all. She would have to do it her own way, no matter how difficult it was, no matter if she failed. Then only the poetry books would be useful.
...but what if she failed?
No. Sucy was brave and stoic and never shed a tear. She needn't think of that. After all, it had already taken her days to process the strange, warm feeling inside her chest whenever she interacted with Lotte. Sweet, sweet Lotte... ah, if she could only put into words what she felt for her...
Well. That's what poetry is for, isn't it?
...yes. She'd do it her own way, using her own words. And if she needed help or advice, she'd never ever ask Akko. No matter that the brunette was her best and first friend, she'd just be too loud, and if her words didn't give it away, then her actions would. Atsuko Kagari had many qualities, but keeping secrets wasn't one of her strengths.
Amanda, Jasminka and Constanze were just as useless in that matter, each with their peculiar mindsets, none along he lines of romance.
Then what about Diana? Diana always seemed good at everything. But no, perfection wasn't like Sucy, and if the annoying flies known as Hannah and Barbara would leave them some time, and if Diana could somehow, anyhow, walk past her pride and arrogance, she'd help her made a perfect love poem.
Sucy didn't want that: she wanted her own love poem, no matter how messy or creepy it could come out like.
As to the rest, a walk around Luna Nova towards the observatory: that kind of half-bridge where broom riders could start flying somewhere else. The view at night there was just beautiful, not in her eyes, but in Lotte's it sure was, with the stars and the sorceress's stone casting their lights upon the countless trees and towers and everything else that could be enjoyable to Lotte's stunning aquamarine eyes, under that pair of red-framed, round glasses that hid half their beauty.
A bouquet of mushrooms, maybe chocolate bought in town... yeah, that was a great plan. All she needed was to know the perfect time, and mannage to share it only with Lotte.