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Written for the February Event (Teamwork) over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenge & Assignments)

Prompts: (Plot) Card/Gift from a secret admirer, (Feeling/Emotion) Elation

Chocolate Frog: Bonus – Rose Weasley – Challenge - Write about Rose Weasley

Gringotts: Noun – Day, Year, Card, Present, Place, Dance, Mood, Corner, Poster, Ounce, Night, Joke, Pillow, Gift, Book, Copy, Edition; Adjective – Worst, Ridiculous, Sixteen, Popular, First; Verb – Wear, Ask, Suggest, Slip, Escape, Shrug, Conceal; Compound Words – Whenever; Wizarding Occupations – Professor; Feelings/Emotions: Happy - Elated

Word Count: 536

Valentine's Day Hate

Valentine's Day had to be the absolute worst day of the year as far as Rose Weasley was concerned.

With all the girls falling all over themselves to get attention from the boys and hoping that they would get a card of a present.

And then you had the boys strutting around the school like they owned the place and lapping up the attention the ridiculous girls gave them.

Her mood rapidly got worse and worse as the day progressed.

Every corner she turned she would see the Valentine's Dance advertised via a poster on the wall.

And if she didn't see a poster about it she would hear the giggly, so-called popular girls talking about what they were going to wear and who they were hoping would ask them to go.

It took almost every ounce of self restraint Rose had to not turn around and tell them that no one actually cared, and they would be in tears by the end of the night.

However the worst part of her day came in Potions when their professor taught them all about love potions and the powerful infatuations they could cause, even going so far as to suggest that many girls in her class would slip a boy one given half a chance. It also didn't escape her notice that the professor was looking directly at her as he said this – or was that just her being paranoid? Either way it did not make the lesson any better.

Yes this was absolutely Rose Weasley's least favourite day of the year, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that in the last sixteen years of her life the only boy to ever send her a card or gift had been her cousin James as a practical joke.

It came as a great relief when the end of the school day came, and she wasted no time at all going straight to her dorm room, and throwing herself onto her bed.

As she laid her head on her pillow, she felt something hard under there. She slipped her hand under the pillow and pulled out a box shaped gift with a card attached.

Rose ripped open the card and read it slowly:

Dear Rose,

I know how much you hate this day, but I saw this gift and I thought of you.

Everyone deserves a little happiness and joy in their life and I hope this brings you some.

Happy Valentine's Day

Love Your Secret Admirer x

Rose felt a small smile creep onto her lips against her will as she placed the card down on her night stand, picked up the gift and carefully unwrapped it.

Inside she was elated to find a first edition, annotated copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard; the very book that she had been dying to track down for the last couple of years.

In the days that followed whenever anyone would ask Rose why she was ginning like a Cheshire cat, she would simply shrug it off and make more of an effort to conceal her emotions.

The last thing the teenage Ravenclaw wanted was for anyone to find out the reason behind her smile.

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