🌹 Rose Giving Yellow Is Suiting

June Davenport

The best prefect, obviously ✨
 
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OOC First Name
Jamie
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Hetrosexual
Wand
Straight 16 Inch Swishy Ash Wand with Veela Hair Core
Age
15
June had decided to help out with bringing roses. Her head of house told her it was good to do activities and she felt it looked good for her chances for becoming prefect. Also it was an chance for people to meet her obviously. But the first rose was an Hufflepuff and June was not feeling it. So she quickly made her way to the great hall to the Hufflepuff table. She would make this an quick stop, she didn't want to run into Camille too. She decided to not make it difficult and than looked at some students sitting there. '' Someone named Caius or something here?'' The blonde than said clear to the loser table.
 
Cauis had just sat down to eat, when someone called for him. He bit back a sigh, standing. It was too early for this- he hated being a rich kid sometimes, hated how well off his family was. He had hoped that being here would be a break from that, but apparently not even exclusive schools like this were enough for a Vaughn to get a meal in peace. He walked over to the girl, trying to keep a friendly smile on his face no matter how hard it was. "Yes, that's me." He spoke, voice only a little tense.
 
June than noticed an boy walking over to her which was nice, since she didn't had too. And looked at him. He was small and younger than she was. And a Hufflepuff. June than put the yellow rose out of the basket and handed it over with the note. '' A rose for you.'' She wondered who ever would give this young boy an rose, but it seemed people wanted too.

I had fun at the dance with you.

Apolline
 
Cauis raised a brow at her tone, taking the rose and almost forgetting the girl that had delivered it. He looked at the note and smiled. Apolline. Had he sent her a rose? He'd need to go talk to her. Forgetting that the rose had even been given to him by someone, he just turned and walked back to his seat. He didn't exactly mean to, but he was still tired, and he was used to a lot of maids and servants bringing him his things before they'd vanish without a word.
 

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