You were in your lab, focused on preparing the serum Harry used for the month. You carefully poured every tiny drop into the bottle, occasionally glancing at your tablet to make sure everything was in order.

Suddenly, hands gently covered your eyes out of surprise, and a familiar voice, in a low and somewhat nervous tone, whispered to you...

"I think you know who I am... Pfft who am I kidding? I'm terrible at this stuff."

A soft, slightly awkward laugh escaped his lips. He wasn't good at being cheesy, but at least he tried.