By February the dreams had stopped. Bella explained that she had made a deal with the devil so as to not to hear the moaning at all hours anymore. Since she said this very loudly at the lunch table one day, I blushed furiously into my ham sandwich. I woke reluctantly on Valentines Day. I had this sneaking feeling that today was going to be horrible. Bella would be no help since Anthony Harper, her most recent crush, had invited her to Hogsmeade.
So I figured out how the day was going to go and I recorded it so as to prove how right I was.
I shall wake up to discover an owl will have delivered flowers to Bella and at least 2 of my other 3 roommates. My bedside table however, will be void of heart boxes of chocolates or roses.
The teachers will all theme their classes except Professor Johnson because love and defense against the dark arts don't exactly mix where he's concerned. And all these themed classes will encourage these sickening couples to stare endlessly, achingly, and disgustingly into each other's eyes.
The marauders will play a clever prank at lunch, which will victimize the Slytherins and reflect the failure of the prefects. We will get yelled at during the meeting tomorrow by Frank and Robin (Head Boy and Girl) for not being able to control the riot while Potter smirks in the seat next to me.
Since it's a half-day, the 3rd year and above couples will retreat to Hogsmeade for long walks in the fresh snow and cuddle in madam puddifoots. I, however, will be sitting at the bar at the Three Broomsticks trying to either convince Rosmerta (who loves me like a sister) into giving me something more intense than butterbeer or seducing the barman into giving me a shot or two of firewhiskey.
The night shall end one of two ways…
I shall be happily drunk, stumble back to the school, skip dinner, have a good nap, and then sneak down to the kitchens at midnight to celebrate the end of the terrible terrible holiday.
I will not have succeeded in getting sloshed but will be poor from trying to do some shop therapy but only resulting in depressing myself knowing that Amber Redifer would look better in anything I try on because her legs go on forever. I shall then return to the castle, situate myself beside Bella by the feast and try to drag her away from her most likely new flavor of the week for a cookie party in the kitchens.
So that was my guess… I was wrong….
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So this is the prelude to the Valentines Day chapter. I've been alone on a lot of Valentine's days so I can relate to Lily a lot. I know I am obviously showing the presence of James in her life but we all know how the story ends here. It's the journey that's the exciting part.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. As much as I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the series.