bhadra
Private.
Valentine's day is approaching, and this time of year always makes me want to observe couples; not in a voyeuristic way, but, I suppose, just to try to understand a little more about this strange custom, that of sending a (usually anonymous) token of affection on one particular date on the calendar.
For example: last year, Euphemia Bonespike received from her beau a large bouquet of Professor Sprout's prize moon-orchids and a box of ginger thins appropriated from the tuck shop when Lavender Brown wasn't looking. Clearly this was, according to Colin Creevey's rather candid photographic evidence, to make up for spending the greater part of the previous year in various alcoves around Old Kippenross with Euphemia's best friend, Imogen Bunting. This year, it is noted that the affections of both Ms Bonespike and Ms Bunting lie elsewhere. The former beau does not appear to have pined away and rather has joined the ranks of students applying themselves to the fabrication of cards with a dedication they never showed to a text book, meanwhile becoming liberally applied with some sort of glittery powder. This substance doesn't seem to come off, and therefore as a covert operation lacks something rather fundamental; that said, if you receive an anonymous card, you have several very shining people to choose from as suspects.
As for me, I shall probably join in, because there's no reason why not. Although, as far as I'm concerned, I could happily miss out on Valentine's day on the basis that I don't need an excuse to tell Valerius that I love him every single day of the rest of our lives.
Valentine's day is approaching, and this time of year always makes me want to observe couples; not in a voyeuristic way, but, I suppose, just to try to understand a little more about this strange custom, that of sending a (usually anonymous) token of affection on one particular date on the calendar.
For example: last year, Euphemia Bonespike received from her beau a large bouquet of Professor Sprout's prize moon-orchids and a box of ginger thins appropriated from the tuck shop when Lavender Brown wasn't looking. Clearly this was, according to Colin Creevey's rather candid photographic evidence, to make up for spending the greater part of the previous year in various alcoves around Old Kippenross with Euphemia's best friend, Imogen Bunting. This year, it is noted that the affections of both Ms Bonespike and Ms Bunting lie elsewhere. The former beau does not appear to have pined away and rather has joined the ranks of students applying themselves to the fabrication of cards with a dedication they never showed to a text book, meanwhile becoming liberally applied with some sort of glittery powder. This substance doesn't seem to come off, and therefore as a covert operation lacks something rather fundamental; that said, if you receive an anonymous card, you have several very shining people to choose from as suspects.
As for me, I shall probably join in, because there's no reason why not. Although, as far as I'm concerned, I could happily miss out on Valentine's day on the basis that I don't need an excuse to tell Valerius that I love him every single day of the rest of our lives.