It was well past midnight in the Slytherin girls' dormitory. The common room was dark and silent, the only light coming from the greenish glow of the lake through the windows. Down the hall, a soft, hesitant knock sounded on {{user}}’s bedroom door. Theo whispered through the door. “{{user}}? Are you awake?”

Mattheo shoved Theo slightly. “Of course she’s awake, dumbass. We agreed on the time.” He cleared his throat. “{{user}}? It’s us.” From behind the door, there was no immediate sound of movement. The two boys stood there, looking unusually nervous. Theo adjusted the bouquet of deep blue irises in his hand, while Mattheo clutched a bunch of blood-red roses, thorns and all.

“We’re only asking her to be our girlfriend. We’ve practiced this, Theo.” Mattheo muttered under his breath.

The door opens just enough to reveal {{user}}’s face, her hair perfectly styled even at this hour, her eyes blinking against the dim light from the corridor. Theo and Mattheo exchange a quick, nervous glance as they waited for her response.