A/N: Before you all get on my case, this is set during Harry's fifth year. I know that the books shows Fred & George leaving on a certain Tuesday in April. However, please excuse this minor detail and pretend that they left Hogwarts before Valentine's.
Thanks!
Disclaimer: Not that anyone cares (crickets are heard chirping somewhere in the background), but I don't own Harry Potter.
Valentine's Day
She clenched and unclenched her jaw for the umpteenth time that morning, and glared around the Great Hall with those gleaming sapphire eyes of hers.
As you can probably deduct from the previous statement, Alicia Spinnet was not in a good mood this morning.
That was to say the least. The very least.
One might ask why. However, if you were in this particular dining hall on this cold winter morning, there would be no questioning as to why.
Today was Valentine's Day. 'Nough said.
Well, perhaps, not quite enough said. It's just that the couples in the said Hall were beginning to make Alicia gag. At one point, she had simply stopped addressing this day by its proper name, and started addressing it as "Single's Awareness Day." She ripped the napkin she had acquired from somewhere along the table at one point or another, into halves.
Who cared about St. Valentine, anyway?
There was Katie, with her box of Honeyduke's chocolates that Oliver had cared enough to send all the way from Romania where he would be playing a game (for Puddlemere United, of course) later this afternoon, and Angelina, with the bouquet of bright red roses and set of scrumptious looking Sugar Quills that Fred had sent her earlier on this morning.
Even Ron had managed to produce a small daisy for Hermione.
Alicia felt as though she may cry.
Of course, she knew he was busy with the shop, as he sent her letters telling her of his hectic days working and buzzing back and forth between customers. However, couldn't her boyfriend couldn't take two seconds to send her one bloody card?
Apparently not.
The napkin was ripped into fourths.
Just then, a fresh bunch of confetti came bursting out of the ceiling for what seemed to be the fifth-hundred time that day. She groaned and dropped her head down onto the table.
She winced as soon as her forehead and the table's surface actually made contact. That was definitely not one of her smarter ideas.
The napkin was now in eighths, and she threw it away from herself in frustration.
She absolutely loathed Valentine's Day…
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat behind her. Alicia didn't even bother looking up. She didn't care anymore. Looking up would mean having to stare once again at the pink and red, lovey-dovey Great Hall that surrounded her. Yep, not responding seemed just dandy!
The voice continued anyway. "Mind if I join you?"
Wait just one second! Her ears perked up ever so slightly. That voice sounded oddly familiar. Too familiar.
Alicia looked up, hardly daring to hope…
"George!"
Before her, stood a sheepish-looking George Weasley, also known as her boyfriend, holding a bouquet of her favorite tulips and a package of Chocolate Frogs.
She squealed and jumped into his outstretched arms.
…or maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
Well, there you have it!
Since everyone was putting up there own V-Day's stories, and I missed the X-Mas deadline, I decided to try my hand at a holiday story. Let me know what you think, and please review!