MAGIANIMA // Hermione Granger

Valentines Day Date (?)

Valentine's day was always rather hectic for Atlas, the countless boxes of chocolates and shrieking cards she would get, coupled with the poor and unlucky first years forced to deliver letters to her for some coin grew tiresome and tedious. She spent most of the day checking each chocolate for any trace of a love potion before she even thought about eating them and by the end of it, she'd have lost her appetite anyway. So it was safe to say Valentine was one of the worst days of the year for her. Especially now, with Hermione nowhere to be found, Atlas had figured she'd be able to cruise through the day unbothered with the girl by her side. Many were naturally frightened off by her presence for whatever reason but in her absence, many had grown in confidence.

Much to Atlas's dismay.

Even now the girl was struggling to get to Breakfast, eager to see Harry who would be visiting Hogsmeade with Cho as his date, she wanted to give him some advice at least because she knew the boy was hopeless with girls. Not that she was the greatest but she was certainly better. But her plans had all but flown out the window, suitcases packed when she'd stepped a toe out of her common room and found about six first years stood and waiting with bouquets or aforementioned chocolates and letters. She'd taken everything if only to rid the poor kids of their duties and quickly stowed them up in her dorm room before trying again.

It had not gone well. Atlas walked into the Great Hall with a stack of chocolates under her arm and letters protruding from her pockets, many of them had come from the same sender which mildly worried Atlas. There was a crown of roses in her hair, thankfully pruned of any thorns and an entire bouquet under her other arm. She looked like a stand, ready to sell Valentine merchandise off to some lovesick fool.

Harry and Ron, the two of them appearing rather glum, instantly perked at the sight of her, laughing with one another as she grumbled under her breath and approached the table. Her haul thudded to the table as she dumped them before her and started pulling out letters, frankly unbothered by whether or not one of the senders was in the crowd surrounding. She did not open them and instead reached for some toast, one of the only things left out due to her late arrival, not even her favourite peach jam was left, so she settled for buttered toast, nice but not nearly as good as jammed toast.

"Can we have a look?" Ron grinned, Harry beside him with a stack in hand, ready to read and when Atlas nodded they tore into them, eyes raking the contents eagerly, sometimes gagging, sometimes laughing, other times they even sympathised, grimacing. "What about the chocolates?"

"Didn't get a valentine, Ronald?" Atlas teased over her toast and when the boy turned scarlet but didn't respond she shrugged, "help yourself, they're all untainted, checked them on the way here. I've certainly got enough to go around."

"Honestly, you get enough valentine chocolate to open a shop, I'm surprised you're not fat," Ron said, scarfing his face with a handful of heart-shaped treats.

"I had some puppy fat when I was a kid, still attracted more girls than you probably ever will, mind," she grinned, tilting her head to the side and huffing when the boy choked on a rose sweet.

"Fleur told me you were popular at Beauxbatons," Harry said and Atlas hummed, nodding simply.

"I had a baby face and a tragic past, what more could a girl want?" Atlas reasoned, "while it's true the girls were my - er - awakening, I never actually did anything. I was just a smooth talker and Fleur used to say I'd be a no strings attached type of girl."

"You probably were before you met Hermione," Harry said and Atlas kicked him, hard, beneath the table. "What! It's not uncommon knowledge. Ask anyone and they'll say Atlas Magianima has a big fat --"

"Piss off," Atlas snapped and was startled when Ron let out a howl of laughter. "What?"

"This -- this guy compared your eyes to a murky bog and tried to make it romantic!" He cried, tossing the letter to the table and grabbing another chocolate, "oh Merlin...that was -- bloody hell your fans are something else."