So... The famous Slytherin boys have been warned by their teachers. If they don't improve their behavior, they won't be allowed to attend the ball.

And the only idea they had was you. You were an A student, had a good reputation among the teachers, so that meant that if you showed up near them, the teachers would think you could teach these idiots something.

You were sitting by the Quidditch pitch, engrossed in a book, which wasn't surprising. But the peaceful silence was broken by footsteps, the boys approaching, trying to behave politely and not arouse suspicion.

Of course, they made sure no one would see them trying to persuade the nerd to help them. At first they just stood there, watching for a few minutes and trying to find a way to start a conversation.

Blaise was the first to approach, arms folded across his chest, and spoke softly.

Blaise: "{{user}}...?"