"Oh, Robin Sear, on the Quidditch pitch, you are like an eagle soaring on outstretched wings; the instant you dive toward your prey, my heart stops along with you."
"In the classroom, you are like a lion dozing with narrowed eyes, seemingly languid but always watching everything around you; otherwise, you would never have come top of the year."
"In the Library, you are like a deep-sea sturgeon, swimming through an ocean of knowledge, looking utterly at ease..."
As Luo Bin wrestled with the choice between obeying the rules and stunning the dwarf, the music and recitation came to an abrupt halt. The dwarf slung its Harp onto its back and gave him a perfunctory bow.
"Robin Sear, your Valentine's Card has been delivered. Would you like help delivering a reply?"
Despite the perfectly polite question, it wore an expression that said everyone owed it eight million Galleons.
Luo Bin shook his head. "No!"
With that, he pulled the three members of the Main Character Group away!
"Cool! The pitch, the classroom, the Library, the corridors, the Entrance Hall, the Great Hall—the only thing missing is what you're like in the Slytherin Dormitory!"
Ron's eyes shone as he teased him.
"That makes it easy to narrow things down. Whoever sent you that card has watched your matches, often shares your classes, likes spending time in the Library, and eats all three meals in the Great Hall!"
Hermione counted on her fingers as she helped Luo Bin work out who had sent the card. The longer she spoke, the angrier she became. Her voice grew shrill, and sarcasm crept into her tone. Even Ron, who was usually oblivious, noticed something was wrong.
"Hermione, if—and I mean if—you're upset about not receiving a single card on Valentine's Day, I could... ask Fred