Crescent Moons ; J.S. Potter

29. be my valentine.

"Daisy, you're coming down for breakfast tomorrow, right?"

Daisy, Marlee, Gwen, James, Benjamin, and Thomas were all gathered around the common room fireplace. The three boys were each sitting in individual chairs around the fire while Daisy, Marlee, and Gwen sat on the couch in the middle, Gwen's head leaning on Daisy's shoulder. Daisy furrowed her eyebrows when James asked the sudden question.

"Yeah, probably," said Daisy. "Why?"

"Well, you skip breakfast sometimes to study," said James, "but I can't have that tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" asked Gwen, lifting her head off Daisy's shoulder. Daisy saw Thomas' eyes widen in understanding; he groaned.

"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day," he told them. Daisy's jaw dropped.

"Already?" she gasped. "James, don't tell me you're—"

"—doing something mad?" he completed. "Don't worry, I won't tell you. It's a surprise."

"Haven't we got that career meeting tomorrow with McGonagall?" reminded Marlee. "How'll you attend if you're in detention?"

"It'll be worth it," said James with a grin. "Especially when I saw the look on Daisy's face when she sees what I planned."

"C'mon, James, I've got too much homework tomorrow to deal with this ..." begged Daisy. "Can't you do it on a different girl?"

"Don't be ridiculous, my lady," he said.

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Daisy was woken up by the sound of tapping at her window. She yawned and stretched her arms as she stepped out of her four-poster bed. Marlee and Gwen still seemed to be fast asleep and it was still very dark outside of her window, meaning that she couldn't see what was creating that annoying noise. Daisy swung open the window and regretted it at once.

In came dozens of little flying objects, flapping little wings. Their wings flapped so loudly that Marlee and Gwen awoke at once, jumping out of their beds. Then, the worst happened—the objects began speaking in a sing-song tone.

"Happy Valentine's!"

"Dear my Valentine—"

"Hello, my Daisy flower—"

"AH!" Daisy shouted in frustration. She picked up her wand from her nightstand and yelled, "IMMOBULUS!"

Nothing happened. The objects continued singing. Taking a closer look at them, Daisy realized that they were mini paper airplanes, probably charmed to continue singing even with counter-spells.

"Oh my Merlin," sighed Marlee. One of the paper airplanes moved to the centre and the others stopped singing. It moved closer to Daisy, making her eyes widen. Then, it began speaking to her in James' voice.

"Good morning, Daisy, and happy Valentine's Day!" the paper airplane—or James—exclaimed. "These paper airplanes will follow you around for the day to express my appreciation for you! Hope you love them, my lady—I know I do!"

"All I wanted was to sleep in on a Sunday," groaned Marlee. Daisy changed into a white t-shirt, a thin white cardigan, and low-rise jeans. She clasped on her crescent moon necklace and placed her pink pygmypuff, Pig, on her shoulder. The paper airplanes continued reciting poetry as Marlee, Gwen, and she made their way down to the common room, out of the portrait hole, and towards the Great Hall.

Wherever she walked, students gawked at the singing paper airplanes. She shot them all apologetic looks, too exhausted to explain. Once she had reached the Great Hall, she was almost too afraid to open the doors.