Valentine Peeves

Introduction

February 14th. Valentine's Day. Seems innocent enough on paper, doesn't it? Give a gift to a loved one to show that you appreciate and love them. To show that you are thinking of them. That you care about them enough that you would go through the hassle of finding, buying, and giving them some trinket or another. This, of course, is all in the hopes of improving your chances at getting lucky later.

Of course, when dealing with hormone driven teenagers who are forced to live in close quarters with the opposite sex, it is always in the best interest of all parties involved to try and diffuse the very volatile situation.

In theory, allowing students to send personalized, anonymous, love letters (PALLs as they were so lovingly called) seemed like a good idea. I had known that it worked well for muggle children who were allowed to exchange valentines in school. The muggle born students seemed to approve. They were doubly enthusiastic when it was announced that the poor wretch Argus Flich would be "voluntarily" dressing up as Cupid to deliver said PALLs during lunch, break, and dinner on that ill fated day.

He must have really pissed off McGonagall.

Something so innocent. How is it possible that it could have gone so terribly wrong? How could I have gotten myself into so much trouble?

Three hints: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Hermione Granger, Peeves


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well... lookie here.... my second fanfic... its a record, I tell you. I blame Slinky and Patricia. Speaking of those two... this is part of the Guild of the Fantastic Quill's Valentine's Day challange. Link to the blog .com/

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