Closed What the rose means

[Dante Styx]

Dante Styx finally had some free time, and it was a week after the full moon, so he managed to find a Hufflepuff in their year to ask for Callie Cardoso to come to the student lounge. There were not many people in here, so he thought that this might be a good time to talk out why he had sent the pink rose to her. She had sent him a yellow rose, so he was not sure how to even tell her that he had this crush on her. How much he trusted her because she was the first one that he shared his secret to, that was outside of the family. He settled in on the couch, with his legs crossed on the cushion. He had his hands in his lap as he looked up at the ceiling, as if it were the best thing that he had ever seen. It was compared to his homework, if he was being honest. But now, all he had to do was wait on his friend to come forward, assuming the other Hufflepuff would find her.​

 

[Callie Cardoso]

Callie had been a bit surprised by the pink rose, and the lovely note which had come along with it. She hadn't really expected it and hadn't realised Dante had felt that way about her. She liked him, had liked him since they first got talking but had never figured he would ever like her. Who could possibly like her like that. She had gladly accepted his invite, and was going to now meet him. She had made some cookies which she hoped would be enough of an apology for the lack of a note to him. She walked in and immediately spotted him. "Hey!" she greeted warmly and she approached him eagerly.

 

[Dante Styx]

Dante opened his eyes and beamed when he saw Callie approach him, and looked just as nice as she ever did. He was worried that she would not ever want to speak to him again after sending a pink rose. It was a risk, but he liked her, and he wanted her to know that. He trusted her too, and well, he hoped that his mom and dad wouldn't interfere. "I'm glad you came!" Dante exclaimed. "I thought that you might not have wanted to be friends still after that pink rose. I thought it was a good risk though." Dante liked her yellow rose. He was just thankful that she thought of him enough to even give him one. If she hadn't, then he would have likely not have invited her to come here. He would have been too embarrassed. ​