*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ)
Valentine was beyond tired, having gotten only a few hours of sleep the night previous opposed to her normal seven hours. And to make matters worse, the weather had a wicked vengeance, reflecting on the Hufflepuff's mood.
The relentless rain pounded against the castle, much like the sound of horses hooves as they galloped. Thunder shook the ground violently and lightening made the room glow, the vengeful storm outside sounding much like the God's above were partaking in war.
And, unfortunately for her, rain always had put her to sleep. So while in Transfiguration, she didn't even remember her head slumping forward against the table as she wrote.
"Ms. Lotus!"
Valentine's head flew up, drool that has escaped her mouth working as a glue that her hair stuck too. As she was temporary blinded by the harsh light and hair covering her eyes, Valentine quickly pushed the wild blonde locks from their spot at looked to Professor McGonagall, who wore a look of disappointment.
Valentine's cheeks heated up, burning bright red as she noticed everyone in class turn in their seats to see the girl awaken from her nap.
"Yes, Professor?" She quickly asked, sitting straight and ignoring the snickers coming from the table behind her.
"Am I boring you?"
"No, Professor," Valentine replied urgently, hands fiddling her in lap.
"Five points from Hufflepuff. Don't let it happen again," McGonagall warned, turning back to teach her lesson, a soft groan emitting from Valentine's throat. She quickly wiped her eyes, hoping to rub any tiredness from them.
She had begun to messily scribble her notes when something hit the back of her head and ricocheted to the ground. She bent down and retrieved it, a small folded square of parchment.
Part of her was scared to open it, but she did anyways, and scoffed at its contents.
Cute drool, sleepyhead.
-J, S, P
With a scowl on her face, she turned to shoot the four boys a glare, only they seemed intent on mocking her as Peter laid sprawled against his desk, and James and Sirius had their head on each others shoulders, mouths hanging open and eyes shut as they fake snored to make fun of Valentine.
The girl couldn't help but giggle at the scene, rolling her eyes at how extra they were. When they'd finally snapped out of it and sat regularly, Valentine frowned as she realized the fourth Marauder was missing.
