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[Amelia Cosgrove]

Amelia had heard a little bit about Tristan Collins and it was nothing good. There had been a thing at Yule ball, something about two dates. She didn't usually pay attention to gossip but it was so juicy now she was at a magical school. Amelia went from one Hufflepuff to the other though her search for the boy took her to the other side where she saw who she presumed to be Tristan. "You're Tristan Collins right?" She asked after tapping him on the shoulder.

 

[Tristan Collins]

After receiving four roses, Tristan was pretty sure he was done for the day. Still, just in case, he was lingering in the Great Hall despite being done eating. He had propped open one of his books, reading the pages they had to read for the next Charms lesson. He noticed the girl with the roses getting closer, but didn't think she was really heading for him until she arrived and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her with a smile. "That's me." He said, glancing at her roses. "Are you delivering a rose?"