Who: Harold Dingle and Sally Anne Perks. What: Harry intends to make amends for missing Sally Anne's birthday. When: December 2nd (slightly backdated). Where: Hufflepuff Dorms (7th year girls), just outside the window on the terrace below. Status/Rating: Closed/Lowish?
Harold blew breath into his cold, cupped hands. When that didn't work, he started to rock and flicked his wand at his fingers to give them a warming charm. The air was mostly still- thank God for small favors- but the drizzle was a steady, persistent one. On humid days, Harry's hair tended to cowlick, and he was a steadily growing mess of them now as moisture touched at each and every lock. But Harry sat and waited patiently under the underhang that gave partial shelter. He squinted up once in awhile to see that the window was still cracked open.
He shivered and clutched his guitar, and in a fit of paranoia flicked another water repelling charm at it. Now he had to wait, and waiting he would do until she came. It didn't matter if it was five minutes more, or five hours. He just hoped the spell would work.
Upstairs in the window next to Sally Anne's bed sat a bouquet of Highland thistles, delivered by a House Elf- the second of the day. Harry, who didn't know all the intricacies of the strange creatures, had tried to bribe one into delivering it with a pretty scarf he'd been saving. She ran off in what looked like abject terror.
On their spiny pink petals, which reminded Harry of Sally Anne's old hairs color, sat a delicate little butterfly, almost glowing. It was a charm, a little sliver of magic waiting patiently on a flower for contact. It beat it's wings in slow rhythm next to a handwritten card on the flowers that said:
"I'm sorry I'm such cach at dates. Happy Birthday. From: Harold."