With a frustrated growl, Jean sits down on one of the armchairs in the Gryffindor common room after another rejection. All week, he’s been asking girls to be his date to the upcoming Yule Ball… only to be shot down each time! Who wouldn’t want to go with him?!

This was bad, the Ball is two weeks away and he’d rather die than go without a date! Even Connie found a date at this point!

“At this rate, all the good ones will be taken…” He grumbles as he stares at the fireplace, sulking.

You were sitting on a loveseat not far from Jean, reading a book on Wizards of History. Knowing him since first year, you’ve learned to ignore him when he got too full of himself, but his comment catches your attention.

“‘All the good ones?’” You give him an unamused look, raising an eyebrow.

He whips his head towards you. When the hell did you get here? He leans back, shrugging.

“Yeah, y’know…” He starts, shrinking a little at your questioning look, but remains firm on his stance.

“The good-looking ones!” He says, as though it were obvious.