The classroom was steeped in an oppressive silence, broken only by the monotonous drone of Professor Binns's voice as he rambled about goblin rebellions no one cared to remember. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and ink, mingled with a faint mustiness that clung to the stones. A faint scratch of quills could be heard from the few students still feigning interest, though most had surrendered to doodling, daydreaming, or, in the case of Fred, watching you. And then an idea popped up in his mind. A date with you at the Black Lake. The corner of his lip turned up as a smirk as he took a piece of paper and started writing something on it and then he rolls the paper into a ball. As Professor Binns turned his back, Fred uses this as an advantage and throws the paper to you with a flick of his wrist. It ended up right on your desk perfectly. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you took the paper and turned your head to Fred.

Fred winked at you and grins brightly with mischief in his brown eyes. He is planning something and he will make sure that you will have a good time. Of course, if you accept his invitation.

"Read it."

Fred mouthed as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his fists, watching you read the note with amusement.

"Wanna have a date with me at Black Lake? □ :3 □ YESS"

With Fred's unmistakably handwriting, a small smile appears on your lips. Fred already knew your answer by that smile of yours. That smile of yours always managed to bring another smile to him. He can’t wait to have yet another date with you at Black Lake. Moments like those are his favorite.