𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟏𝟐𝟎; ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ

AS THE MORNING SUN rose over the majestic castle of Hogwarts, the air was infused with an ethereal energy of love and romance.

Ophiuchus glared at the screen.

He hated this celebration.

The Great Hall had undergone a remarkable transformation, as if a spell had been cast to transform it into a garden of love. The walls of the Hall were adorned with an array of large, lurid pink flowers, each petal delicately crafted to create a mesmerizing and enchanting display. The flowers seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, casting a spell on anyone who gazed upon them. The ceiling of the Hall was draped with a pale blue canopy, like a vast sky that stretched as far as the eye could see. And from this sky, heart-shaped confetti floated down like a shower of love, each piece fluttering and swirling as they fell, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that filled the Hall with wonder and enchantment.

"Didn't like Lockhart, but I'll give him props for his decoration skills." Blaise said.

As the students entered the Great Hall, their eyes widened in awe and amazement, as they took in the breathtaking beauty of the decorations. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the flowers, and the soft rustling of the petals added to the magical ambiance of the Hall.

It was the morning of Valentine's Day, and the Great Hall was transformed into a wonderland of love and romance. As the day progressed, the students would celebrate this special day in a way that only Hogwarts could, with magic and enchantment all around them.

Ophiuchus felt a sense of disdain and loathing that he couldn't quite shake off.

"You hate emotions don't you?"

"I'm allergic to them."

Despite his feelings, Ophiuchus begrudgingly handed out small white boxes to his friends, each box adorned with a ribbon as if it were an offering to the gods. His friends looked at him quizzically, wondering what he had in store for them.

"What? He cares?!"

"It's Valentine's Day." He explained with a bitter tone. "Silas decided to do something for you all."

"Oh nevermind."

His friends opened their boxes, revealing a single strawberry cupcake nestled inside. The aroma of the sweet, fruity scent wafted through the air, tempting their senses with its seductive allure.

"Silas is quite amazing." Ophiuchus said. "His skills in the kitchen is unmatched."

"Personally I prefer Astro's cooking and Louie's baking for sweets." Ophelia hummed.

"You are just being biased. Silas is obviously better." Ophiuchus added on.

"Now that is hypocritical of you. Silas has been making strawberries themed things for you for years. You are more biased than I am." Ophelia told him.

"It's your opinion, even though it's wrong." Ophiuchus smirked.

"Oh hush." Ophelia smiled.

Ophiuchus could not bear the thought of sharing his beloved sweets that Silas would make just for him every year. Now gone was the large box of cupcakes, replaced with these small, single portioned boxes. Ophiuchus felt like he had been robbed of something precious, and he couldn't help but feel a tinge of resentment towards Silas for making him share.

"I swear you are a child." Silas sighed, while everyone laughed at this.

As they bit into the soft, fluffy cake and savored the sweet, tangy flavor of the strawberries, Ophiuchus couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the days when Valentine's Day was just about him and his beloved cupcakes. But despite his bitterness, he couldn't deny the joy on his friends' faces as they shared in this sweet, indulgent treat.