Open Valentine For Vader

[Lysander Summers]

Yellow rose for @Vader Hume

After taking a small break from his deliveries, Lysander was back to hunting down recipients throughout the castle. The older boy he was after was one of his house prefects, and on the yearbook team, so he figured the Entrance Hall would be a good place to start. He hunted around until he came across a room he figured the yearbook was probably worked on in, and poked his head inside. "Hello? Is Vader here?" He called out.​

 

[Vader Hume]

Vader had gone back to work when he'd heard another person called for him, "Coming," he said quickly, once again putting down the things he'd started on and wandered to the person who'd called him. It was someone who he'd seen around the dorms, "Hey, looking for me?"

 

[Lysander Summers]

Lysander brightened as Vader made himself known, and immediately dug through his basket of roses to find which one belonged to the prefect. "Yeah! I've just...got a rose for you here, somewhere..." He muttered. There were too many yellow roses to sift through, and he couldn't help but peek at a few of the messages as he sorted them out. "Here it is! Happy Valentines!" He said after finally finding the one he was after, and holding it out for the boy to take.​

Spoiler: Rose

You are a good leader

~ Violetta

 

[Vader Hume]

Vader took the rose and the note, he held the yellow rose lightly in his fingers just staring at the object for a moment before opening the note. Violetta. She was always so nice to him. She was always encouraging, had been since he'd first started. He'd miss her when she graduated. He looked back up at the boy who'd delivered the rose. "Thanks," he said sincerely, "Can I take a picture of you with your roses?" he asked.

 

[Lysander Summers]

Lysander had assumed that would be the end of it and he'd move on to the next person on the list, however his face lit up when the older boy asked to take his picture. "Sure!" He said without a beat of hesitation. He couldn't turn down a fan opportunity like that. The boy hefted up his basket and struck what he considered to be a very dashing pose. "How's this?" He asked. The idea to stick one between his teeth, like what people who did tangos would do had come to his mind, but they weren't really his roses, and he reluctantly thought better of it.​