Clueless Cupid
Original Works
Written by kvmw
Edited by MorganChi
“WE ARE ONE!” Rose shouted. Her call was soon followed by ten or so voices returning the call, causing a thunderous noise that caused many students to look up in surprise. Her group of twelve students, each one of her friends, was congregated in the Courtyard—tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and that was when the grind would begin.
You see, Rose had proposed an idea—that she and her group of friends would distribute love letters and the like on Valentine’s Day (of course, without interrupting classes). She had gotten permission from the Heads of Houses to do so, and as a result, now in the middle of the Courtyard, sat what she had coined “the Heart Box.”
Protected by several charms, the box could only be opened by her and her two closest friends, Christopher and Jennie. Any other student had to slip their letter through a slot at the top of the box.
And of course, there were rules. Rule number one: no hate. Jennie, who was a skilled witch who had a knack for Charms, had placed a charm on the box that specifically banned hate letters. Rule number two: no addressing letters to Rose, Jennie, or Christopher.
The three of them were actually rather popular at Hogsworth—they were each from different houses, but they still managed to find time for each other. They often did this by studying together in the library, or the Courtyard, or wherever they could find. Jennie, who was in the Raven house, often helped Rose and Christopher when they were struggling.
Rose watched Jennie fondly as she paced around the Heart Box, muttering under her breath some strange incantation that most seventh years probably didn’t know. At last, her mouth stretched into a wide grin as she said, “All set! No one’s jinxed the box of anything, so we should be good.”
“Great,” Christopher said, sighing in relief. “I was worried that something would happen.”
“Of course you were,” Rose chortled. Christopher’s ears turned slightly red—“It’s from the cold!” he protested, as the two girls continued to laugh.
They eventually stopped, much to Christopher’s relief, and walked back into the school. “Don’t stay up studying,” Rose reminded Jennie, who flippantly waved her hand. Rose made a face that Jennie returned, and they continued to stare at each other until Christopher coughed.
“Not getting us to bed any faster, Alstroemeria,” Christopher teased.
“I swear, giving you that flower encyclopedia was a terrible idea,” Rose groaned. “Crispy,” she added, smirking at Christopher’s expression immediately soured.
“Rose!” he whined. “Stop reminding me of my first year!”
Christopher was an Unmagical-born, and being the unaware Unmagical-born that he was, had shown up to Platform 9 and ½ looking extra crispy, as Rose and Jennie liked to say. They hadn’t seen it when Christopher had first arrived, due to them not being friends, but they were able to see when he had returned to the platform, greeting his family in a suit. Christopher’s family was really well off, according to some other Unmagical-born students.
They never let it go.
“I know you’re all tired, but look! We’re probably the saviors of some tiny first-year hoping to confess their crush to some all-mighty seventh-year! We can’t let them down!”
Tired, weak chuckles rang through the courtyard—it was something, at least. Rose’s last joke had received barely any laughs. “Okay, here’s how we’re doing this.” Rose proceeded to recite the list of predetermined partners—of course, Serpents would deliver to Serpents, Ravens to Ravens, so on and so forth.
“And finally, me, Joy, and Dawn. And no, Dawn, your girlfriend cannot accompany you, for she is with the Griffin team.”
Dawn glared at Rose, and Rose glared right back, before slapping his back. “Come on. Despite Serpents being the proud queens we are, we still can have crushes. Let’s go deliver some letters, Dawn. Not everyone can be as successful as you.”
The delivery process did not go as smoothly as planned. For one, Joy and Dawn were both very competitive people—something that Rose had completely forgotten about. They kept having mini-bets about how many letters someone would get, or who would be dating who by the end of the day, and who would get rejected.
It was near the end of dinner-time when Joy plopped down next to Rose. Rose, who had finished all her deliveries, was scarfing down a shepherd’s pie, looked at Joy, puzzled. Joy, though she was Rose’s friend, often chose to sit with her best friend, Wendy.
“Er, Rose, wasn’t it against the rules for someone to submit a letter to you?”
Rose nodded, attempted to swallow as fast a possible—she nearly choked, but thankfully Joy didn’t laugh. “Why?”
Joy held up a letter. On the front of the pink envelope was her name in gold ink, and Rose stared at it, puzzled. “Is there another person called Rose in the school?”
Joy shook her head. “Not in the Serpent house, at least. And you know, Jennie’s charms are faultless. I have no idea how this got in there.”
“But only Jennie and Christopher can…” Rose’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as she realized what was going on. She grabbed for the letter and shooed Joy away as she tore it open and began to read.
Dear Rose,
You probably don’t expect this letter…
THE END