Hyperion smiled happily. They were definitely older now, but he always felt a swell of happiness when he saw Charlie - a mixture of genuine affection mixed with the tiniest remnants of hero worship from when Hyperion was a first year at Hogwarts. "Hi yourself," he replied, grinning cheekily.
His face fell somewhat and he nodded, turning to face the nearest offending display of love-heart adorned books. "Aye, it's absolute bloody bollocks all the Valentine's day stuff. I came in here to try and escape the monstrosities but I think I've just thrown myself in more trouble. I mean," he leant forward and looked at a nearby magical romance novel and grimaced. "Do they really have to have things like 'Forbidden or For Bedding: magical Arabian concubine adventure' - I mean I'm fairly sure it's actually a wee bit racist if nothing else."