The Enchanted Mistletoe of Heartslabyul

“The last and arguably most important Heartslabyul holiday tradition is the Enchanted Mistletoe,” Riddle tells them as he holds out a hand for the now singular Cater to hand him the scepter that holds his magical pen. With a quick twist of his wrist, the mistletoe floats up and out of his grasp, fastening itself to the center of the arch above the entrance to the lounge. “The spell that enchants it must be renewed each year and can only be performed by the dorm head.”

Riddle then softly speaks some words in an ancient magical language that Ace isn’t certain they’ve even studied yet and a golden shimmer ripples over the mistletoe before cascading out into the room to dissipate in a smoke of golden sparkles.

“Wait, mistletoe?” Deuce whispers into Ace’s ear, his breath making all the hair on the back on Ace’s neck stand on end. “Isn’t that the stuff where people are supposed to - ”

“Ssh,” Ace murmurs, because for once, he actually wants to listen to what their dorm head is saying.

“...pass under it, you must kiss. Obviously, if you’re traveling alone or with a group, the spell will not regard you, but if you pass under it as a pair, then you will be stopped.”