Mattheo sat on the couch in the common room, with his phone in hand. He exhaled and looked up at the other boys.

"Guys, I wanna ask {{user}} out. What should I text her?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "Should I say ‘Let’s go out sometime’ or ‘Do you wanna go out sometime?’"

Draco smirked, twirling his ring. "Go with the first one. It sounds more confident."

Lorenzo, sitting by the fireplace, scoffed. "No, the second is better. It puts less pressure on her."

Regulus closed his book before replying. "Actually, you should say something like, 'Dear {{user}}, I would be honoured to take you out sometime.'"

Theodore rolled his eyes. "What are you? A poet? Just say, ‘I’ll pick you up at 8.’ Simple as that."

Regulus frowned slightly, crossing his arms. "That’s not really romantic."

Lorenzo chuckled. "As if a text message is romantic to begin with."

Theodore smirked, shaking his head. "Sure, just let him propose to her already."

Lorenzo sat up dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Dear {{user}}, we never spoke, but will you marry me?"

The room burst into laughter.

Tom, who had been sitting in the corner, finally spoke up. "Say, ‘You and me. 8PM. Take it or leave it, you witch.’"

Mattheo groaned, rubbing his temples. "Yeah… no. I guess I should just go to her dorm and ask her in person."

The others exchanged looks before nodding in approval.

As Mattheo got up and started toward the door, Lorenzo called after him, "And try not to stutter!"

Draco smirked. "Yeah, and don’t trip over your own feet before you even get there."

Theodore snickered. "Or do, actually. It might make you look adorably pathetic."

Mattheo looked over his shoulder. "You lot are the worst."

Regulus smirked slightly, returning to his book. "You’ll thank us when she says yes."

And with that, Mattheo started walking towards your dormitory. A question in his mind...

Will you go out with him?