“I can’t believe you haven’t found a date for today.” I insisted, shaking my head at Lily. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Lily. If you’re going to have a date for any Hogsmeade visit…”
She hushed me. “It’s not a big deal, Eva. This day is all pink and flowery. It’s not my thing. I’m not really much of a romantic, in case you haven’t noticed.” She smirked. “I’ll be too busy being proud of you and Dom for having dates.”
Dominique was equally concerned, a frown on her face. “We don’t want you to be lonely.” She pleaded.
Lily laughed. “I can handle being on my own for a couple hours, you know. I can always find Hugo. We can start up a little Lonely Hearts club.”
Dominique and I frowned deeper. “Not comforting, Lils.” I muttered.
“You should be less concerned with me, and more concerned with Lorcan. You know, your boyfriend.”
I glared at her. “I know he’s my boyfriend. Dom, what are you and the Tobs going to do today?”
She looked down at her feet, blushing. Oh, I’m never going to get tired of what Tobias does to Dominique. “Walk around. You know, the usual. We’re erm… We’re actually going to meet Helene and Anders at Madame Puddifoot’s for lunch.” She announced, glancing at me.
It must have been Dom’s idea to go there. Helene was too much like me to ever suggest that place. She was a Three Broomsticks girl. She played Quidditch, after all. Quidditch girls don’t go to Madame Puddifoot’s. Besides my mother, but she’s… Well, she’s my mother.
“You are? That’s nice.” I pulled my hair up in a bun. It was getting long, but Lorcan insisted that he liked it long, so I didn’t have the heart to have it cut.
“You could join us.” She offered. “You know you’re perfectly welcome.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think Madame Puddifoot’s is really… our place.” I turned to Lily. “Not going to comment on my outfit?”
She waved me off with a hand. “It’s your day of romance and giddiness. I’m not going to make you mad.”
“Do I look giddy to you?”
“I don’t know why Scamander puts up with you. All the girls at this school, and he picks you. The least giddy of them all.” Lily shook her head.
“I thought you said you’re not going to make me mad today.” I reminded her before starting down the stairs. I made my way to the common room in time to see Helene run across the room to kiss Anders. Maybe she was girlier than I was willing to admit. She had a ridiculously huge smile on her face, and Anders seemed pretty damn happy as he kissed her back.
Good for him. Good for them. Helene could do better, but Anders seemed to be the one that she wanted for some stupid reason.
I blinked at the sound of someone clearing their throat, and turned to see Lorcan next to me. “As fascinating as watching Anders attempt to snog is, it’s not really my idea of a perfect Valentine’s Day.”
“Not mine either.” I shook my head at the sight of them. “Have they forgotten where they are? It’s still early.”
“Are you going to squirt water at them until they break apart, Gran?” Lor teased, before kissing me gently on the lips. “I’ll be a good boy and save that kind of snogging for the alley, alright?”
“You aren’t going to say anything about what I’m wearing?” I’d put on one of his jumpers that I’d found in my trunk. It wasn’t the most girly, and certainly not the most flattering thing to wear, since it was a bit huge on me, but I’d thought it was romantic. What says Valentine’s Day more than wearing your boyfriend’s clothes?
Lor raised an eyebrow. “Why are you wearing Anders’ jumper?”
I froze. “What? Isn’t this yours?” He was joking, right?
Lorcan shook his head. “That’s Anders’. It would be too small on me.”
How was I supposed to tell? It was a generic boy’s jumper that was huge compared to mine. Shit. I couldn’t wear this. “I thought it was yours! I’ve got to get this off.” I muttered angrily.
Lor placed a hand on my shoulder. “Evs? Why are you getting so upset over a jumper? As much as I’d like to see you strip… You might want to wait until we’re not in the middle of the common room before you do that. C’mon, we’ll go to my room and find you one of my jumpers to wear if you’re so set on the idea.”
“Right.” I took a deep breath. It wasn’t a big deal, Eva. So you’d put the wrong twin’s jumper on. Alert the media. Why was a stupid little thing like this bothering me so much? Lorcan didn’t seem to care. It was an honest mistake. “Dom invited us to come along to Madame Puddifoot’s.”
“And you said no.”
“Of course I said no.” I smirked as we walked up the stairs. I had been right. It wasn’t our place. “Helene and Anders are going to be there too.”
Lorcan was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I think the bloke has already been close enough to you today.” He muttered, eyeing my clothes. So it did bother him. “And I don’t really want to watch my brother eat his girlfriend’s face off.”
“They do snog a lot, don’t they?” Good for Anders. Good for Helene.
“I’d like to think we snog more.” He tossed me a new jumper. “How’s that?”
I stared at him. “Are you…going to turn around?”
Lorcan looked amused. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you scantily dressed before.” He pointed out. “You’ve even slept in this room quite a few times.”
I frowned. “That was different. We were friends then. And… That time in the Room of Requirement was different. We had been snogging.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So if I snog you, I’m allowed to watch you switch jumpers? Can I help you, too?”
I glared at him. “Lor! Just turn your back so we can get going.” He was impossible. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a peak later.”
That got his attention, and he finally listened to me. “I like the sound of that.”
“I know you do. That’s why I said it.” I mumbled, half out of Anders’ jumper. I still couldn’t believe I had been stupid enough to get their clothes mixed up. “You know, Lily doesn’t have a date today.”
“Red doesn’t have a date? Quick, look out the window! Are there any flying pigs?”
I rolled my eyes as I slipped on Lorcan’s jumper. “She said it’s because she doesn’t do romance.” Which was the truth. Lily was about the least romantic person I knew. Sure, she understood what it was, but she hated to be on the receiving end of it. Romance was for people in relationships. Lily expected Lorcan and Tobias to be romantic, but she would kill any of her boys if they tried the same sort of thing on her. The ever confusing double standards of Lily Potter.
“So? Just because it’s Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean that Red can’t find herself a bloke to snog somewhere. She always manages to find someone.”
“She didn’t care. She said she could hang out with Hugo if she got lonely. Dom would have invited her along if she didn’t know that Lily would have murdered her in her sleep.” I ran a hand through my hair to brush it out. “I’m ready!”
Lorcan turned around, a small smile on his face. “Much better.”
“Lor?” I asked, reaching for his hand. “Why do you get so worked up over Anders lately?”
He looked down at his feet. “He’s just… I’ve got my issues with him. I don’t feel like talking about that prat today. I’m supposed to be wooing you.”
“Are you going to start anytime soon? I don’t think anything you’ve done so far today is anywhere near wooing.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist. “Well, aren’t you sassy today?”
I snorted. “Did you really just call me sassy?”
Lorcan gave me a pointed look. “Don’t make me toss you over my shoulder. You know I’ll do it.”
He would. Hopefully without screaming this time. “I’ll stop being so sassy, okay? Don’t toss me around like I’m a backpack.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Lorcan murmured before kissing the top of my head.
“Our favourite snogging spot?” Lorcan suggested, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded, blushing. “I don’t know if I would call it my favourite. It’s an alley, Lor.”
He hushed me. “You know you secretly love it. Makes you feel bad ass.” He knew me too well.
“Aren’t you supposed to be all romantic today? Can’t we go somewhere a little nicer?”
I whined, wrinkling my nose at the alley. It was private, sure, but that was all it had going for it. It was dark, cramped, and always smelled like fish.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Fine, fine. Does the Room of Requirement meet your high standards, my lady?”
I nodded. “It most certainly does. It’s appropriate, Lor. We’re going back to where we started.”
“You mean where I got you drunk and then snogged you senseless?”
I smacked him on the arm. “Try and at least not be crude. But… Yes.” I ran a hand through my hair, my cheeks warm at the memory.
Lorcan paused to kiss me deeply before we continued on our walk back to the castle. “Maybe I was planning on taking you to the Room of Requirement all along. Maybe I have a little surprise up my sleeve for you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Lorcan Scamander being romantic? I don’t believe it. I need proof.”
“You’re incredibly demanding. I’ll have you know that I actually put thought into this. The alley thing was just a decoy. I wasn’t actually going to lure you in there. It smells like fish.” He wrinkled his nose.
“It does! It’s disgusting, Lor. Why did you ever think it was a good place to snog?”
He shook his head. “It was convenient and I was impatient. Don’t judge me. I’m only a man.”
“You’re a boy. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“I’m a boy trying to be a man.”
“Fine, fine.” I waved him off. “How have I put up with you for so long?”
“It’s one of the greatest mysteries out there. I’m incredibly glad that you have, though.” He grinned widely. “See! That was romantic. I am capable of it.”
I rolled my eyes. Bickering over whether Lorcan was capable of being romantic or not lasted us until we got to the Room of Requirement. Fine, my heart was starting to beat a little bit faster. What can I say? I like snogging Lorcan. Any girl would agree with me. “Let’s see this surprise of yours.”
He beamed at me. “Prepare to be amazed, Evs. Your boy-man knows how to deliver.” He opened the door for me, and I slowly walked in.
“I seriously hope that this wasn’t your surprise.” I murmur, staring at the sight that was waiting for me. Anders and Helene were lying horizontally on a couch in front of a roaring fireplace. Helene’s shirt was unbuttoned, and they were devouring each other’s faces.
Anders turned at the sound of my voice. “Eva-”
“You… Go back to… to that.” I stuttered, shaking my head. “Congratulations, Anders.”
I had to get out of there. I had to. Anders Scamander, my Anders, was really, seriously in a relationship with Helene Praxis. It wasn’t just an act, or a pity relationship. It was a real relationship where they did things like snogging and…whatever I had just walked in on. Anders liked Helene, and Helene alone.
Whatever relationship I had had with him was over. The Anders I had known and loved was gone, and it didn’t seem like he was ever going to return. He had moved on. He didn’t need me anymore, and he certainly didn’t want me.
Author's Note: I promise I won't leave you guys hanging again after that ending! It's my...October Resolution to do my best to get WBP chapters up as quickly as possible until I run out of them. And it's entirely possible that I have a new story in the works, so look out for that!
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