You’re walking back from class, talking about nothing important, when he suddenly slows. He doesn’t stop you, just lets the silence stretch a bit longer than normal.

“Everyone’s making a fuss about the Yule Ball,” he says, almost distracted. “It’s exhausting.” He glances at you, then looks ahead again. “I realized I don’t actually mind it… if I’m not going alone.” Another pause. He rubs the back of his neck, something he only does when he’s unsure. “So, if you haven’t already agreed to go with someone...” He clears his throat. “Would you want to go with me?”