[EN] The invitation

“I’m done hiding,” Oliver announced, flopping down on the sofa next to Percy.
      Percy glanced up from his Ancient Runes textbook. “That’s… very nice, Oliver, although I wasn’t actually aware you were hiding. Somehow the centre of this rather crowded Common Room just doesn’t really seem like the right place if you were trying not to be seen.”
      “That’s not what I meant, and you know it, so don’t try to play innocent. Fred and George just asked me who I was going to take to the Halloween ball.”
      “Oh?” Percy asked casually, closing his book and putting it aside. “And what was your answer?”
      “That I didn’t have a date yet.”
      “What did they have to say to that?”
      “They tried to set me up with Angelina. Angelina, Perce, can you imagine what that’d be like? She’s like my sister. And Perce, I don’t want to date my sister, not even if she’s not my sister-sister but my sister, you know?” Oliver asked, despairing.
      “No, I think you lost me at sister.”
      “I just want to go with someone I genuinely like.”
      “Who would that be, then?”
      “You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
      Percy smiled. “Make you say what?”
      “Oh, you’re so going to regret this.”
      “Am I?”
      Oliver jumped up and then dramatically sunk down on one knee in front of Percy. “Percival Ignatius Weasley,” he said, speaking so loudly several heads turned in their direction. “Do you want to do me the honour of being my date to the Halloween ball?”
      Percy was outright grinning by now. “Well, let me think.”
      “I can revoke my invitation, you know.”
      “Are you trying to pressure me into accepting?”
      “Yes,” Oliver answered honestly. “Is it working?”
      “It might be.”
      “I never knew you were so evil.”
      “All right, I’m in.”
      “In what?”
      Oliver simply grinned at Percy’s indignant expression.