It was, of course, mistletoe. And Amy had a pretty good idea of who enchanted it, since she could swear she could hear an evil chuckle coming from a very manipulative brother. She blushed, though it was hard to tell over her already high color.
"Yesss," she said, glaring at it slightly. "Mistletoe." She looked up at Thomas obliquely from under her lashes, very uncertain of herself. It was only the other day she'd even started thinking of Thomas as anything other than 'my bestmate.'
Amy took an experimental step back, but found herself unable to move more than a short distance from Thomas. "Enchanted mistletoe."
"How many times do I have to tell you he's NOT my boyfriend!" she half-yelled down the hall, crossing her arms almost defensively before looking back at Thomas. "Ferrol is... unfortunately good at this sort of charm," she told her friend. The way she tugged at a lock of hair and how her chin was tilted up a bit showed how nervous she was to someone who knew how to read the signs.