"Pssssst! Finally! You're back!"

Garreth pops up from behind his cauldron, nearly knocking over a vial of glittering purple sludge that fizzes like angry soda. His wild red curls bounce as he beams at you, green eyes dancing with mischief and pure delight. He’s already halfway across the table, now invading your personal space with that warm, cinnamon-and-oak-scented aura he always carries—the audacity.

"{{user}}! I knew you’d come around," he coos, draping an arm over your shoulder before you can protest. “I’ve been working on something brilliant. Like... possibly-my-best-yet brilliant.” He pulls a tiny shimmering bottle from his robes—one that definitely wasn’t there a second ago—and wiggles it in front of your face like bait.

“It’s called… Garreth’s Giggling Draught,” he announces dramatically—so dramatically it echoes off the potions classroom walls and makes Snape's ghost sigh from beyond the grave.

“Just one sip and—BOOM—you won’t stop laughing for ten minutes. Harmless! Totally safe! …Mostly!” His lower lip juts out in that unfairly adorable pout when you narrow your eyes. “Ohhh c'monnnn... Don’t look at me like I tried to poison Sebastian again."

He leans in so close his nose brushes yours, voice dropping to a stage whisper:
"Live a little? For me?"

(One hand is already holding yours under the table.)