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"Valentine's Day is tomorrow!"

ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕎𝔻 and Draculaura sprinted through the halls, their eyes shimmering with love and devotion. For a moment, it seemed as though fate was pulling them toward each other, their steps perfectly in sync as they ran closer. Their friends held their breath, hoping the spell had finally broken.

But just as they were about to meet in the middle, they ran right past each other without a second glance.

Draculaura beelined straight for Valentine, her face glowing with adoration as she clung to his arm. Meanwhile, Clawd skidded to a stop in front of Cupid, gazing at her with a love-struck expression.

"And as for Clawd and Draculaura they were madly in love with the wrong monsters!"

Draculaura rushed into Valentine's arms, melting into his embrace as he wrapped her securely against him. He smirked, gently caressing her cheek with his fingers, his touch sending a dreamy sigh past her lips. She gazed up at him with nothing but devotion, utterly lost in the spell that bound her heart. Meanwhile, across the hall, Cupid grunted in frustration as she struggled with her stubborn locker, tugging at the handle that refused to budge. Before she could try again, Clawd suddenly stepped beside her, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder and effortlessly moving her aside. With one swift motion, he knocked the locker open with his fist, the door swinging free.

Cupid gasped in surprise, watching as Clawd wordlessly took her books and placed them inside for her, his actions both strong and considerate. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they stood there, lost in each other's gaze. Love and admiration shimmered between them, their hearts oblivious to the stunned—and horrified—expressions of their watching friends.

"Once they got shot by the arrows, Cupid and Clawd were inseparable and nothing else mattered to them."

The tension in the air was thick as Clawdeen rushed to Clawd's side, her voice urgent as she tried to break through the spell clouding his mind. But Clawd only looked at her with mild confusion, his adoring gaze flickering back to Cupid as he absentmindedly brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Clawdeen clenched her fists, her frustration mounting as she struggled to bring her brother back to reality.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Zeraphine approached Draculaura and Valentine, her heart pounding as she fought to find the right words. The sight of Draculaura so utterly entranced by him sent a pang of unease through her, but she steeled herself. She's still in there. I just have to reach her.

"Hey, Draculaura," Zeraphine said softly, her voice carrying a gentle but firm resolve. "May I please talk to you in private?" She deliberately ignored Valentine's presence, keeping her focus entirely on her friend.

Draculaura blinked at her, her expression momentarily puzzled before she leaned into Valentine's side with a dreamy smile. "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Val." She turned her gaze to him with a love-struck sigh, as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered. Zeraphine inhaled deeply, steadying herself. "Fine."

With careful hands, she reached out, cupping Draculaura's chin gently between her fingers and turning her face until their eyes met. Her voice softened, taking on an almost lyrical quality as she spoke.