"Yes! Right. A date."

Pippa watched him in amusement. In ancient times, it was believed by sharing a kiss, one’s soul transferred to the other body. Pippa wasn’t sure about the soul part but for a moment she had an inkling that she may have stolen his brain. It was like he was trying so hard to focus. The fact that it might be due to her, tickled her to no end.

"We should go on a date."

Well at least they agreed on that. Her lips twitched with a smile.

“Well, Valentine’s day is a traditional choice,” she started. A traditional one. An obvious one. The 15th was off the table. She had her blind date to keep. She had to make sure that Jess actually showed up to hers.

“Millie has been a doll and canceled quidditch practice, although quite reluctantly,” she told the Ravenclaw boy. Poor Millie, Pippa wondered if she was still bitter from her breakup. How sad to be spending Valentine’s day alone without the eldest Love boy. She had never really cared about Valentine’s day to much, she’d swap some cards and chocolates with her friends but that’d be it. She wondered how Walt had spent his previous Valentines. Was there some girl who be wondering how she was going to spend Valentine’s without the Munro boy?

She hopped up on the table, her bare feet swinging. She was feeling giddy, although she wasn’t sure if she could blame the hot chocolate or Walt’s kiss on this.

“We should go on the 13th, to hell with tradition,” she announced with a grin. “Will you bring me flowers?” she teased, her dark eyes glittering.