Lucinda Talkalot, it must be said, was not well-versed in Valentine’s Day traditions. It wasn’t something she’d ever considered a shortcoming—at least, not until she’d found herself out of her depth when she actually received a Valentine. The level of speechlessness it had caused had been alarming at least, and her lack of ease in writing him a response had caused her no little consternation. It was time, Lucinda decided, catching sight of a blood-flavoured lollipop in the Unusual Tastes section of Honeydukes, that she got a grip on herself and tried to balance the scales. She purchased it along with, after a moment’s deliberation, some Pepper Imps—her absolute favourites. Besides, she wasn’t entirely sure if blood-flavoured lollipops were better gags or legitimate gifts, and so pepper imps would at least be edible if necessary.
It was relatively easy to find Lorcan. Lucinda tuned out most students in Hogwarts, and she had a keen knack for locating those she actually registered—and somewhere along the way, Lorcan d’Eath had worked himself into that category. Coming up from behind and slightly to the side—downwind, so he wouldn’t be able to smell her if that was even a thing he did when people approached, but with fairly firm footsteps, stomping through the snow—Lucinda didn’t even bother to say hello, simply brandishing the blood lollipop at him as she leaned against the rail in front of him. “It’s not cherry,” she said by way of greeting, the faintest of smiles playing at her lips, tone somewhere between brisk and wry. “Didn’t know if you’d need any more sugar on your fangs, considering some of the drinks you mix.” That was almost teasing, and while it wasn’t much from most people, Lucinda was aware, but it was companionable from her—almost unprecedentedly so.
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