Strange Little White Flower

If you said that, I wouldn't be sleepy anymore.

The expression on Sean's face made Daisy spit. "You always say you don't have any weird fetishes, but I'm starting to think you're a pervert."

"You need to take responsibility for what you say, Miss Daisy," Sean said solemnly. "When you say that, I think I'd better be one."

Feeling his restless hands, Little White Flower laughed and scolded as she pushed him away. "I'm going to report you to the Ministry of Magic—hahahaha, don't tickle me, I'm scared of it."

"Go ahead. Everyone at the Ministry is mine. Let's see how you fight me." Sean had always been experienced when it came to playing a supervillain.

The two laughed and roughhoused for quite a while, only stopping when footsteps came from the corridor.

Before Sean could do anything, Daisy pulled him into a corner of the courtyard.

Little White Flower pinched up some of the thin snow that had gathered on the mistletoe beside them and smilingly tossed it at Sean's face.

Sean did not retaliate. He just watched her fool around with a smile.

Once she had tired herself out a little, Little White Flower leaned into his arms and muttered, "Why is it that whenever I want to secretly do something, you always catch me?"

"That just means we're kindred spirits. Great magic keeps guiding the right two people to meet again and again." Sean came up with it effortlessly.

Daisy laughed at that. "When we first met, you were obviously such a proper person. You were funny too, but you weren't such a liar back then."

Sean cried injustice. "Since when was honestly speaking my mind considered lying? Miss Potter, who taught your ethics class? I'm holding them fully responsible."

"That part-time Transfiguration teaching assistant, what was