Wallerup, Magical Matchmaker

After being scolded, Sean awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Why are you in such a hurry...?"

Sherlock's gaze flickered as she stammered, "Because, because... because you deserved it! No one asked you to do anything, so why are you worrying about it?"

Sean blinked. "How do you know no one asked me for help?"

Sherlock rolled her eyes. "Hermione handles all the school work, and we can't get involved in matters outside the school. Everyone knows you're a busy man. Who would ask you for help?"

"I don't like the way you put that. You're making me sound like someone who only cares about outside matters and neglects things at home."

"Say that again in front of Hermione if you've got the nerve."

Sean coughed lightly. "Let's skip that topic—I'm not joking. The small Christmas ball is already being prepared."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously. "Why do I feel like something's off with you today...? Are you trying to hint at something?"

Women were women. Even if she was usually carefree, her sixth sense was absurdly sharp...

Sean shrugged. "It was meant to be a mixer in the first place. Over the past couple of years, everyone's been throwing themselves into magic, so there have suddenly been far fewer people dating. A lot of the boys are practically howling with frustration—as one of the main people who started this academic trend, I think I ought to bear some responsibility."

"Including the Teaching Assistants?"

"Of course. You're all my friends—" Sean's eyes shifted as he changed the subject. "Come to think of it, I never asked. Have you dated anyone these past few years?"

Sherlock slumped back onto the desk dejectedly. "No..."

"Not even when you were at Hogwarts?"

"Not then either..." At the mention of it, Sherlock gritted her teeth. "Even