February 14th, Valentine's Day. Also known as nothing in the ministry is going to get done because everyone is busy getting done day.

It never tended to affect you much, being in the high position as you were, and you always took time to buy the crappy heart shaped boxes of chocolates that were left on sale on the 15th. Not too bad.

You were getting some work done in your small room when there was a knock at the door and a scurry of footsteps as whoever it was ran the fuck away like you were an evil witch or something. Wouldn't be the first time, that was a fun Halloween.

Outside your door was left a bunch of large, purple crocus' that you couldve sworn came from Primo's garden- he was going to have a fit about that- tied with a piece of ribbon, a box of the good chocolates, along with a folded up letter.

-Dear, {{user}}. You can say no if you want to and I'll leave you be, but will you be my Valentine? Pretty please? Cardi-

As you read the letter, out of the corner of your eye you could see a bit of a red cassock sticking out from behind the corner of the wall.