The first two were suggested by Celeste K. Raven. Bloody brilliant they were XD
One of the Professor's classes had never been good at archaeology and therefore it came as a surprise when they all passed with no errors on the annual tests.
It was only later, that he heard some of the younger students whispering about an older student selling out old notes.
That is why he made sure that his students had delivered all their books and papers to his desk before informing them, that they should take the test again.
"But that's no fair!"
"I know."
Whenever an artifact was discovered the Professor would often have the honor of studying it before anyone else. One of these artifacts was ancient vase found just outside of Nottingham.
As for the fate of this poor vase, well... Let's just say that either the Professor should stop leaving his work out in the open or Luke and Flora should stop playing around so violently. The latter agreed not to talk about it ever again.
"Luke, Flora, do you know what happened to the vase I was studying?"
"Oh look, Professah, it's raining!"
The Professor always loved a good mystery and helping people out, so whenever a request letter came his way he would, of course, take the offer. However, there would always show someone up with less than good intentions. Sometimes, the Professor couldn't help but shake his head over the stupidity behind those intentions.
"Layton, the time has finally come for me to defeat you. It'll be a glorious moment, for I will now dig down into this ground and find the Holy Grail!"
"... We're in England, Descole."
Then came the wonderful day, that was the 14th of February. Well, it was wonderful for anyone but Professor Hershel Layton (... and Don Paolo, but I guess that's no surprise), because he knew that around any corner could the ferocious lust machine that was better known as Rosetta be waiting. And she was.
"Hello, Professor. Would you be interested in any chocolate?"
"No thank you, Rosetta. I'm quite fine."
"Aww, but they're homemade; I stayed up all night making them just for you."
Because of that the Professor could not deny her a taste of one of her sweets. The next thing he remembers is waking in an unfamiliar bedroom, which highly probable belonged to Rosetta, if all the pictures of him surrounded with hearts and the various "Hershel+Rosetta" and "Rosetta Layton" on the walls was anything to go by.
(A/N) Alright, I know that the Holy Grail is supposedly somewhere in Britain, but for the sake of the second-to-last drabble, let's say that it isn't.
I just destroyed Valentine's Day, even though it's not February yet -.-