🌹 Rose Giving What Are Friends For

[Margo Fox]

Yellow rose for @Cameron Roswell

Margo had almost laughed when she saw Cameron on her list. At least this would be an easy delivery. The great hall was crowded for lunch as she made her way to the Slytherin table. Over the years she had many meals here and as she finally spotted her friend she decided to have one more. She sat down heavily next to him as a form of greeting and sighed. She knew this would probably make her harder to find but she didn't care, she needed a break and she wasn't about to fight her way to her own house table. "Pass the pumpkin juice will you." she said nudging him in the side.

 

[Cameron Roswell]

Cameron was starting to sweat. He hadn't sent Isadora a rose. He'd made it all weird and now he hadn't sent her a rose. What if she'd sent him one? What if she'd sent him a pink one?

He was doing his best not to stare too obviously at the Gryffindor table, nearly jumping out of his skin when Margo dropped in next to him. "Jeez, warn a guy," he muttered, still sliding the pitcher over to her obediently. "I see you signed up for all this torture. Unless you're suddenly a lot more popular than I thought," he added, nodding to the collection of roses she had with her.

 

[Margo Fox]

Margo rolled her eyes at Cameron's complaint and otherwise ignored it as she poured herself some juice. "It's not torture if you like it." she retorted in a sing-song voice. "Besides it's fun to spread some festivity around here." But she looked down at her basket and while she never wanted to admit he was right some of the roses in there were in fact hers. "Like this!" she said pulled out the rose she was meant to be delivering and handed it over.

Spoiler: Note

Thanks for being one of the only people in this place who doesn't suck. Appreciate you.
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