Gaz was resting on a couch in the common room, face in his hand as he thought silently. You were watching him from away your eyes trailing his clean physique an idea popping into your mind.

You scurried over to him his eyes opening noticing you, and the pink ribbon in your hand, your eyes pleading.

He was well aware of the trend going around but despised it, but how could he say no to that look in your face. ”Fine. Get it over with.” He grumbled lowly offering his bicep.