- Messages
- 426
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 9.5" Flexible Rosewood Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 17 (26/07/2046)
shh we'll pretend it's not late... pink rose for @Lilith Ilves thread title from here
Dahlia was quite proud of her angel wings this time around, now she even knew how to enchant them to flutter of their own accord. She knew she probably got a few stares and giggles from people for her commitment to Valentine's Day, but it was all part of wanting to make people feel happy and a little bit extra special when they got roses. After everything, she figured she might as well try to make people feel good before she graduated. She was wandering the grounds, looking out for a few second years she had roses for. She had had to study the yearbook for a bit, but that was okay. She smiled when she spotted what looked to be another one. "Lilith?" she called, producing the pink rose, checking the note was securely fastened with the matching pink ribbon, and gently levitating it towards the girl. "Cupid's favour be upon you," she said, dramatically, a little undercut by the grin on her face, "and may this rose serve as an arrow not to pierce your heart with the agony of love, but to brighten your day with its splendour." She had worked harder on her lines over the years, even if they were still quite over the top.
Dahlia was quite proud of her angel wings this time around, now she even knew how to enchant them to flutter of their own accord. She knew she probably got a few stares and giggles from people for her commitment to Valentine's Day, but it was all part of wanting to make people feel happy and a little bit extra special when they got roses. After everything, she figured she might as well try to make people feel good before she graduated. She was wandering the grounds, looking out for a few second years she had roses for. She had had to study the yearbook for a bit, but that was okay. She smiled when she spotted what looked to be another one. "Lilith?" she called, producing the pink rose, checking the note was securely fastened with the matching pink ribbon, and gently levitating it towards the girl. "Cupid's favour be upon you," she said, dramatically, a little undercut by the grin on her face, "and may this rose serve as an arrow not to pierce your heart with the agony of love, but to brighten your day with its splendour." She had worked harder on her lines over the years, even if they were still quite over the top.