A Fontaine of Roses

[Christopher Firn]

There was only one delivery left on his schedule, but three roses remained in the Gryffindor's basket. He'd lost a few feathers from his strap-on wings along the way, but for the most part, they remained intact, which is what he needed until his role as a cupid was over. Thankfully, this name of all he recognised the most, a girl from both his house and year, whom he'd missed that morning trying to get the other deliveries in his house done, but someone as studious as her only had a few places she'd likely be.

Entering the library, a place infrequently visited by the mediocre student, Christopher walked by the aisles of shelves, searching for the head girl. She was certainly the most popular of his recipients, given the number of flowers she was to receive, but something told him that, despite no notes being left, it was possibly all from one person. "Hey, Victoire!" The guitarist called once he'd found the girl he was looking for, disregarding the general rule of silence in the library. "I have a special delivery for you!"

 

[Victoire Fontaine]

Victoire had known about the roses, she had only sent one, sending one to Esme to her had made sense to her. Victoire wasn't exactly dealing as well as she thought she could with Avie's death,her mind kept reminding her of the time they'd spent in muggle studies, at the cinema, when she's got him ice cream. But Victoire knew that since she felt awful, that they too would. That her rival would, but Victoire had a huge amount of respect for her, probably far more than the girl held for her but that didn't matter to Victoire. So as soon as the roses had begun being handed out Victoire had high tailed it out, and sought refuge in the library. After all with Jean unable to send her any rose without people likely suspecting something, and with how odd he'd been acting she didn't think she'd get any. Victoire was therefore a little surprised when someone called her name and hinted at a delivery, she greeted the boy from her year with a warm smile, "Oh? Thank you," she said to him, wondering who had sent her them.
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[Christopher Firn]

"You're welcome. But there is one, small problem." Christopher responded with a small frown, picking the last three roses, red, pink and yellow, from his now empty basket. He handed the three over, though unlike his other deliveries, no slip of parchment was attached to any of these. "I have no idea who these came from, or if they're all from one person. You are one lucky girl, though. Everybody else on my list only got one rose. Pretty sweet, huh?" He himself had gotten none, which was fine. He and his friends weren't the rose giving type. But the lack of juicy notes in his batch, and overwhelming amount of boring yellow "friendship" flowers to give to most of them, was a little disappointing. Victoire was the only one to receive all three.

 

[Victoire Fontaine]

Victoire frowned when he said there was no note that came with them, that meant she had no idea where they were from, she wanted to assume that they were from Jean, but given how he'd been towards her she didn't know, and she felt almost suspicious of them, what if they were from his family, for some nefarious purpose. But Victoire took the three roses from the boy and couldn't help but blush lightly as she held them in her hands, they were beautiful roses, "Thanks," she repeated glancing back up at him, "Is that you done?" Victoire motioned to the fact he no longer had any flowers.
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