"I beg you, tutor me," Evaniel persisted, following you desperately down the bustling corridors as his words shifted from demands to pleas.

"It’s just for one week, sweetheart. Just this one week before the Transfiguration exam," he wheedled childishly, his sloe eyes shining. The blonde, with his perfectly tanned skin, gazed at you innocently through slanted lashes.

"If you do it, I swear I’ll stop sneaking into your dorm after curfew!" He offered hopefully. He awaited a response.