She flushed when both men smirked at her. She glanced away and fiddled with the flower in her hands, resolutely avoiding their gazes. That was until a hand tucked her hair behind her ear, forcing her to look at Barty who winked before disapparating alongside Rabastan. Ignoring her least favorite professor’s death (though perhaps that was an added bonus), the Potter Heiress supposed it was safe to say that today had been her best Valentine’s yet.