A lovely rose for a lovely king

[Peyton Ó Ruairc]

Peyton woke up early that morning despite being a weekend. But it was Valentines Day and what she loves most is seeing the castle decorated in red, it was odd for her at first last year, being a transfer and all but she got used to it. The Gryffindor took time to pick her dress for the event as she volunteered to deliver roses. With a last look at her mirror, she made her way down to the Great Hall with her basket full of roses and letters. Peyton decided to look fora guy name Orwell Brocken first before getting something to eat, though, she only knows him by name. She did a thing anyone would not do. Peyton took out her wand, pointed it on her throat and cast Sonorus on herself. "Orwell Brocken, please?" Her voice echoed throughout the Great Hall. Looking around.
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell had a lot of things he needed to get to that day, but it didn't make sense to begin the day without a little breakfast so, he had sat himself down in the great hall, adjusting the newly made rose flower crown, wearing a joyful expression on his face as he tucked into a light fruit breakfast until someone called out very loudly in the great hall after him. The boy got to his feet and waved, "That's me," he wasn't embarrassed about being so loudly called upon in this great hall, he was sure more people in school were used to him being called upon in such a manner.
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[Peyton Ó Ruairc]

The Gryffindor stopped the spell once the person of interest made himself known. With a slight chuckle, Peyton walked toward Orwell with the rose in hand. "Good morning, I have a delivery for a lovely person." She greeted the older Ravenclaw cheerfully. Peyton handed the pink rose with the letter attached to it to him. "Whoever sent you this one will make your day brighter." Peyton encourage.​

Spoiler: For Orwell Brocken

Brock,

Violets are blue, roses are pink. Your feet stink.

Love,
Archie.