*:･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...
A/N you are amazing. Can't say thank you enough for 170k. I still can't believe it.
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 45: ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ)
It was late night/early morning when Valentine heard a rustling in her room. Assuming it was a restless Macey, she turned over, moving to grow more comfortable and pulling the covers higher up on her shoulders. She was groggy and drool pooled around her lips, but she pushed hair from her eyes as she heard the rustling grow louder.
Sitting up, she heard a loud 'clank' then a "shit" and Valentine hastily turned to her bedside table, switching on the lamp.
Valentine shot straight up, rapidly rubbing sleep from her eyes, and she wasn't sure the person perched at the end of her bed was actually there.
Black hair askew and eyes wide, Celia was leant over her trunk, her mouth open and wand in hand.
"What in the mother of Merlin are you doing here? Why- why are in digging I my stuff?" Valentine demanded, and Celia stood up straight and slammed the top of the trunk. The Slytherin turned and raced for the door, and Valentine made a face.
"Celia, are you and Regulus-,"
Celia slammed the dorm door, and the girls in the other beds woke, looking around and squinting at the light.
"Is Peeves in here or something?" Macey grumbled.
"Uhhhhhh," Valentine trailed off. "No."
"What was that noise, then?"
"What noise?"
"That noise?"
"I don't hear anything."
Macey looked at Valentine skeptically before she lowered back down to the bed, rolling her eyes.
Valentine paused before crawling out her covers and looking at the foot of her bed, where her trunk was pushed open and her things had been moved around messily, displaying random trinkets.
What had she been looking for?
Valentine tried to ponder over what exactly Celia would go through the trouble of breaking into the Hufflepuff common room in the middle of the night. She hadn't been over near Macey, and all Valentine could think she may have would be....
The story book.
Valentine pulled her eyebrows into a thin line before she laid flat against her bed and pushed around folded clothes and books, stopping when she found the one she'd accidentally taken from Celia after their argument before Christmas.
Heaving the heavy book into her lap, she moved back and rested against her headboard, opening the book, wondering why it was so important to Celia.
