Hadrian Beech

My heart goes out to any & all adolescents affected by the love potion that - rumour has it - is oozing its way through Hogwarts. I can say, from personal experience, that an admirer once attempted to administer that very same sort of concoction to me while we were in school, & the results were awkward for all involved.

Especially since she accidentally gave it to my brother.

Its efficacy is up for dispute, naturally. He didn't give voice to any spontaneous poetry, which was a grave disappointment to all present, but then again he has always erred on the strong & silent side.

[Warded to Horatio]

Speaking of, how did things go the other night? With the children. They're quite all right?

[Warded to Lucy]

Is it your birthday today? I only ask so I know whether I should give myself a pat on the back for remembering or slink off in defeat, being outed as a louse who can't keep his dates straight.

For those amongst you lamenting the lack of a Valentine this Valentine's Day, please believe me when I say that there yet exists one heart that goes out to you, & the blood it beats is as red as any number of tacky gifts you're liable to find at the corner shop this time of year.

Below, you'll find a Valentine I wrote. Just for you.

All right then:

( Dearest [YOUR NAME GOES HERE] )

[Warded to Horatio]

Come by for dinner unless you're being dull.

[OOC NOTE: Would have been written earlier in the day, before this broadcast!]

( Application for HADRIAN BEECH )