Regulus and Pansy

Pansy immediately raised her eyebrow at Theodore's proposal, as if she were sizing him up with her eyes. She leaned back in the common room armchair, crossing one leg over the other with a brazenly confident air. A teasing smile played on her lips as she played with a dark lock of hair. "A two for two?" she repeated in a tone laced with amusement, as if she were taking it as a joke but actually interested in seeing how far they would go. "Sounds like you're organizing a Quidditch match, not a serious proposal." Regulus, on the other hand, sat silently to the side, body upright and arms crossed, watching Mattheo and Theodore. His expression was hard to read: he didn't seem annoyed, but he wasn't exactly amused either. His eyes, cold and attentive, went from Pansy to the two boys as if analyzing their every gesture. “I don’t know how good an idea that is,” he finally commented, his voice low but firm. “It seems to me that you two are always looking for something to laugh at… and I don’t usually play along with your games so easily.” Pansy suddenly leaned towards him, playfully nudging him in the arm, trying to break the Black’s stiffness. “Come on, Reg. Don’t be such a killjoy, they just asked, they didn’t say we were getting married tomorrow.” His eyes shone with mischief when he turned back to Theodore and Mattheo. “Although… I admit the idea intrigues me.” The girl bit her lip theatrically, playing with the tension that had remained in the air. Regulus lowered his gaze for a few seconds, uncomfortable but also curious, and although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the secret smile on Pansy’s lips seemed to dare him not to be left behind. "So... how exactly would this 'two for two' thing work?" Regulus finally asked, with a hint of skepticism, but without taking his eyes off the older two. Pansy gave a light, amused laugh, leaning her elbow on the back of the sofa.

—Yes, guys. What?