*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5: ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ)
"We should definitely pour something on her head," a voice whispered quietly.
It was sometime in early morning, sunlight washing in through the windows like a river of melted gold, reflecting off the bathroom tiles in a white light resembling melting snow amongst the hill of Hogwarts.
Macey and Celia stood side by side, peering down to Valentine, who was currently in a completely other world. She laid on her back, one leg sprawled wide and the other bent at the knee, her arms spread wide like a starfish. Her head was propped up against Macey's jacket like a pillow, a pool of drool leaking from her open mouth, where soft snores echoed from.
Her hair looked like a field of sunflowers with the sun woven between strands, eyes moving beneath her eyelids as she dreams. Her chest rose steadily, telling them that no matter how dead she looked, she was still breathing.
"She's like a little baby," Celia snickers at the girl who remained unbothered, sound asleep. She'd fallen asleep around four in the morning, and Macey and Celia decided that rather than waking the blonde girl up, they'd let her sleep and would go straight to breakfast after the Polyjuice potion was done, which it was. Now they were merely discussing the manner of waking up the Lotus girl.
"She is," Macey confirmed, staring at her best friend with adoration before seeing the slime on her coat, which her face twisted up. "A baby that drools on everything, geesh, that's my jacket!"
"What should we do to her?" Celia asks eagerly, and Macey sends her an incredulous look.
"Are you insane? Nothing! Val will lose it if we do something to her when she isn't conscious. One time I drew a mustache on her face when she passed on out the Hogwarts Express and she didn't realize until halfway through the sorting ceremony when a first year pointed it out. Let me tell you, I got in so much trouble. My ass was grass."
"That's because drawing on someone's face is so unoriginal! You've gotta- I dunno, make her pee herself!"
Macey continued to stare at their newfound friend, totally confused.
"Pee herself?" Macey repeated slowly.
"Yeah, you know, fill a bowl with hot water and put her hand in it. It makes the person pee... or something," Celia uncharacteristically said, being much nicer than she generally was, but Macey wasn't complaining.
So that was how, three minutes later, a ceramic bowl had been placed at Valentine's side with hot water filled halfway. Celia was careful when setting it down, water sloshing around the sides. Once it was on the ground, Macey gently picked up Valentine's wrist, slowly easing it into the bowl.
While the damage had been done, they both sat back to watch the joke unwind, when Valentine abruptly woke up.
She sat up, glancing around in alarm. Her cheek has a red zipper print from where the skin had been pressed against the jacket, robes wrinkled and hair standing up.
