Second Delivery

[Nixon Mercury]

The second rose Nixon was due to deliver was to someone else in his year, Lucinda Sylvester. Nixon knew very little about the girl, but at least he did know that she was in Slytherin. He headed down from the first floor, making his way into the dungeons. After passing by a few older Slytherin students, he spotted exactly who he was looking for and approached her with a smile on his face. "Hey." He greeted. "I have a rose to deliver to you." He then said, beginning to dig through his basket to find the one with her name on it.​

 

[Lucinda Sylvester]

It was fair to say that Lucinda was already extremely annoyed. On top of the general awfulness of this entire day, and the sickening way every single person in the school seemed to trip over themselves in worship of it, she had been reduced to scrabbling around in her bag as she tried to remember whether she had packed her ink and her quills before she had left the common room. It rather seemed that she had, and realising she had made a mistake about something as miniscule as this was never going to put her in a positive mood. Stopping in the middle of the corridor like this also meant, she was disgusted to realise, that she was liable to being accosted by one of the minions of sugar-acid. They were everywhere, it seemed to Lucinda, and they were practically throwing their roses in each recipient's face. It was nauseating. She did her best to sneer at the boy who had approached her, hoping to dissuade him from further embarrassing them both. "No." Short, sharp, and to the point. "Foist it off on someone who actually wants one." Thinking that she had said enough to make the boy go away, Lucinda made to push past him so she could head back to the common room and retrieve her ink.

 

[Nixon Mercury]

Nixon did not expect the girl to refuse the rose, nor push past him in an attempt to go deeper into the dungeons. She did not want a rose? Why would she not want to know which one of her friends thought of her enough to send her something? Nixon would kill to receive more than the two roses he had been sent that day. He did not understand why anyone would want to refuse something that was meant to spread joy. "But wait, don't you want to know what your friend said to you?" Nixon said, turning around to make sure he didn't lose sight of the girl. "They wrote a note for you to go with the rose, why wouldn't you want to read it?" He hoped his questions would be enough to convince her to accept it.​

 

[Lucinda Sylvester]

Lucinda had been satisfactorily done with the conversation as it was, so she was annoyed by the fact that the boy managed to surprise her into replying again. "Friend?" she snapped. "What friend?" She had thought these stupid roses were just some stupid socialising stunt, with the same few pointlessly cheery messages copied inside each accompanying note. Did people actually send these to each other on purpose? "Give it to me," she commanded, thrusting her hand out impatiently to grab the note.

 

[Nixon Mercury]

Luckily for Nixon, his questions had worked to convince her to accept the rose. Though she demanded it seemingly wanting to have nothing to do with it after she knew the sender, it did mean he was able to deliver it and not face problems later. He dug through his basket a second time, soon finding the yellow one and the note with her name on it. He handed it over and said nothing, thinking it would be a waste of his breath to wish her a happy valentine's day seeing as she clearly thought she was better than celebrating a day of love.​

Lucinda!
Happy Valentines Day! I'm a sucker for you! (Get it like a vampire?)
Love, Zoe!