*:･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 28: ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ)
The girls avoided the Marauders as if they were the bubonic plague. If the boys were in the library, the girls would leave. If they tried to approach the girls, they'd leave.
If Lily was even in the vicinity of the four boys, her blood would boil. Same with Severus Snape, who'd proven to be quite persistent when it came to apologizing to the redhead.
James, on multiple occasions, had tried to speak to Valentine, but on each occasion she'd walk away before he could even fit three words in. And James couldn't even blame her.
And so the last two weeks of fifth year passed by incredibly quickly, and soon enough Valentine found herself on the Hogwarts express once more, snacking on cauldron cakes and caramel cobwebs, partially listening to the girls speak as her eyes flickered back between Macey and the compartment down the hall, where she could hear four familiar voices speaking.
"Hey, you excited for three months off?" Macey playfully shoved Valentine, and the blonde nodded.
"Oh, yeah. I need a break from this drama. Sixth year will be a new year."
"A new year where you'll hopefully speak to your friends again?" Macey asked, eyes bright. Macey tried to ignore the fact that Celia was sitting so close their arms brushed. The girls shared a look, both blushing before looking away.
"I am talking to my friends," Valentine replied, gesturing around to the girls in the compartment.
"She means the boys, dummy," Celia interjected. Valentine shrugged at the mention of them. She already felt bad for Lily, who'd also decided to take time from Remus after he hadn't tried to end the situation that had unfolded on the day of the OWLS.
As a result, the sandy-haired boy kept to himself and always looked down, eyes bagged and tired, never going out of his ways to speak to anyone.
But Valentine tried her best to act as if everything was fine. All four boys and all four girls could see through the poorly put up facade.
"I'll write him this summer. I just need a break. A break from teenage boys and their issues and personalities. I need time with my parents and time to sleep. Then we'll fix what happened... eventually," Valentine explained. Macey was thankful she'd at least try to fix the problem. She could tell Valentine missed the Marauders dearly. They'd become like brothers to the blonde.
Except James. Clearly, he was not viewed as a brother by Valentine. That much was obvious.
As for the Snape incident, Valentine wasn't sure how to feel. To publicly humiliate someone who hadn't done anything to them in that moment was wrong, even if Severus was a slimy git.
But then again, Valentine didn't think Severus Snape was a good person. He might've fooled Lily for some time, but hanging out with Mulciber and Avery was bound to turn him more rotten than he already had been. Everyone knew he'd curse younger students without the knowledge of his redhead friend, acting as if he were perfect.
