"Look, what adorable Cupids! I paid a fortune to bring them here from far away as Valentine's Day card carriers. I believe that with Cupids delivering your cards, your love will be amplified more than tenfold. Of course, that isn't all the fun we have planned for today."
"You can ask Severus Snape to teach you how to brew a Love Potion, or trouble Professor Flitwick for a lesson. I hear he used the Bewitching Charm to sweep quite a few girls off their feet in his younger days. Ah, the advantages of knowing magic! I imagine Professor Minerva McGonagall would be delighted to share the romantic highlights of her youth. You may not know this, but Professor McGonagall was an absolute beauty when she was young."
Beside the High Table, Snape narrowed his eyes, radiating murderous intent. Luo Bin would stake his life on it: anyone who asked Snape to brew a Love Potion would have a bottle of poison poured down their throat.
Flitwick buried his face in his hands, mortified. He felt he would have to wear a mask to his next Charms Class. He couldn't refute what Lockhart had said, and he was too ashamed to face his students.
At the High Table, everyone except Dumbledore, who wore a smile, looked grim. Clearly, even with Pink Flower Brooches pinned to their chests, they were only participating under duress!
"...Remember, signing your love confession cards and sending them anonymously produce entirely different results. Throughout the day, twelve Cupids will be making their way through every corner of the Castle, so you'll have plenty of opportunities to hand them your Valentine's Cards. As a professional adviser on romance, I recommend that you sign your own name. If—and I do mean if—a beautiful, kindhearted young lady receives an anonymous