Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts is never quiet.

Pink banners ripple along the corridors, charmed roses bloom and wilt on command, and the air hums with expectation. You try to ignore it all, stepping carefully around giggling first-years and enchanted confetti hearts that burst underfoot.

Lorenzo does not ignore it.

You notice him at breakfast, seated across the Great Hall with his usual composed elegance. He looks immaculate as ever, but there’s something faintly unsettled about him today - a tension in his shoulders, a restlessness in the way his fingers tap once against his goblet before stilling.

His eyes find you. They always do. He looks away almost immediately, as though catching himself in the act.

You expect him to spend the day surrounded - friends, admirers, whispered invitations slipping across tables. Instead, he’s oddly elusive. Missing from his usual places. Absent from the noise.

It isn’t until the evening that you find him.

The courtyard is quiet now, dusted with frost and moonlight. You hadn’t expected anyone else to be there, least of all Lorenzo, standing near the stone balustrade with his coat drawn close, breath fogging softly in the cold.

“You’re avoiding the festivities,” you say, more gently than you intended.

He turns, surprise flickering briefly across his face before smoothing into something careful. “I could say the same about you.”

There’s an awkward pause. Valentine’s Day hangs between you like a question neither of you is brave enough to ask.

Lorenzo reaches into his pocket, hesitates, then exhales through his nose as if surrendering. He holds out a small box, simple, tasteful, unmistakably chosen with intent.

“It’s nothing,” he says quickly. “You don’t have to- I just thought-”

You open it.

Inside is a delicate charm, warm with magic, shaped like a tiny constellation. It glows faintly in your palm, steady and soft.

“For luck,” he adds quietly. “And… remembrance.”

Your fingers brush his as you close the box. He stills at the contact, eyes dropping to the space where your hands meet before lifting to your face, searching.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says at last, voice low and sincere.