Wrapping a cloak of nonchalance about him, Luke followed Michelle as she moved around the shop, his eyes cutting to the shelf of Bertie Bott's and the gaggle of girls, hsi brows lifting in disbelief as Michelle pointed out the Amazon woman, a look of disgust settling on his features a moment later. Giving her a snarling look, he barked in an undertone, "Not even funny. Not on any level."

Except, he couldn't quite hide the gleam of laughter in his blue eyes, sensitivity to his height notwithstanding.

Her next suggestion wasn't much better and by the time she was heading to the register, he was giving a serious frown.

"I don't know," he said, "seems to me that you mightn't be all that right anymore. You thought I might actually like those girls," he teased, his hand covering her money bag as she brought it to the counter. "Now, if you're planning on being my girlfriend," he continued, ignoring the bit about her commenting that he'd never actually asked her, "then you're certainly not buying yourself a thing on Valentine's Day."

So saying, he pulled out his own money pouch and asked how much while asking for another dozen Peppermint Toads to be added to the bunch.

"The lady needs to get what she wants," he said, as the shopkeeper, obviously used to young love, only gave a vague nod and, with a flick of a wand, a dozen more made their way over.