My Valentine
Blaise looked at the doors of the Great Hall, a dilemma on his hands. He knew, for a fact, that Hermione's next clue would be in there during lunch; maximum visibility. He couldn't go in there. On the other hand, he was hungry. His growling stomach won the debate and he entered the Great Hall. He sat down and glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was smiling at him; that was an extremely bad sign. He made the "go ahead" motion with his hands, and she put him out of his misery. The gargoyles that lined the hall began to sing:
All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly
As Blaise tried to make himself invisible by sheer willpower, he noticed that the candles had come out of the chandelier and were spelling his next clue: Quiet. He glared at Hermione as the rest of the hall applauded and catcalled. She smirked at him and continued eating her lunch.
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Blaise pinched the bridge of his nose. His free hour after lunch was being spent getting annoyed at Hermione. He hadn't made his presents hard! There hadn't been clues, just anticipation.
"Water, dark, quiet. Water, dark, quiet," he repeated to himself. It had to be the lake. Maybe she was planning dinner by the lake? Or swimming? He had no idea. Checking his watch, he scooped up the two paper valentines and put them back in his bag. Potions class was sure to be interesting.
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