"Well, someone's in a disgustingly good mood," Yvannah teased, voice dripping with amusement as Persephone strolled into the prefect room with a huge grin on her face. "Let me guess—something amazing happened today, huh, lover girl?"
Persephone let out a dreamy sigh, leaning against the edge of the table, her cheeks tinged pink. "Yva," she began, her voice soft and laced with awe, "I think I'm in love."
Yvannah's eyebrows shot up, lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, not what I expected to hear from the ever-composed Persephone Campbell, but do spill," she urged, leaning forward as if Persephone were about to share the juiciest gossip of the century.
"Ginny is so—ugh, God!" Persephone exclaimed, her hands flying to her face as though hiding her blush could keep her feelings from spilling out. "She's just so adorable… I can't handle it!"